I had poured in a small amount of water. Nothing happened immediately, but the flask had quickly warmed to the touch, then had gotten hot enough for the glass to glow a light yellow color, making the water match.
The counter began to smolder, so I quickly grabbed barbecue tongs and oven mitts to move the flask onto my oven rack. Moments later frost built up on the flask and remained that way for twenty minutes. I couldn’t fire up my frozen lasagna from Giuseppe’s while it was in there, and my stomach voiced it’s disapproval.
After the frost disappeared, I pulled the flask out. The liquid inside was thicker, like honey, but had a bluish tinge and black flecks in it. It smelled like a mixture of cherry and orange blossoms, too. My instinct was to drink it, but I quashed it down. I poured a small sample in a small jar, and poured the rest in a Tupperware. At least it didn’t explode on me.