Eating the divine glass of Gods usually isn't advised. To be able to properly carry out such a circus-worthy feat, one would best be armed with Tin-teeth and a Stomach of Lead. It is the only way to Ayin-Mem. Renegade demi-god gangsters tuning the streets to their whim. The water in the roots bare the delicious fruit of sweet, nectar-filled Ghost-light which sits atop the tree. Plucked from vine by hands of Silver.