The still blew her top.
Hit the ceiling, splattered oozy resin all over the cabinets, drizzled down the side of the fridge, slobbered on the floor.
An hour later and I'm still finding sand-like grains of stinky frank in the weirdest places -- inside the bowl of the Kitchenaid, but not on the outside; a big round splotch in the middle of the kitchen window and nowhere else on the glass. It was as if little cannon balls of frankincense went flying from the still.
So, I did what every determined mad alchemist would do -- I started a new batch.