He was not yet awake enough to be safely given the poppy juice.

But he had with him the blessed elixir, the divine poppy juice.

After so long taking decoctions of one color or another, he'd had to get over a craving for poppy juice.

He also gulped down a little jar of poppy juice.

Kelevandros told me that the healer spoke of poppy juice.

It was not unlike the effects of poppy juice.

Spirits and distilled poppy juice: fire and night going down his throat together.

He waited for the potent mix of spirits and poppy juice to work its will on him.

We also gave diluted doses of poppy juice, to allow the damaged organization to give place to the healing influences.

I had finally got my hands on Mary long enough to force another strong dose of poppy juice down her throat.