Going by this part of the “can you guess what it is?” by the ingredients, is it something to do with a tree surgeon’s cock in the eucalyptus tree which produced a gigantic ejaculation of spunk which you’ve caught in a glass?
No wonder you’ve been “waiting seven years” for all these elements to coalesce, and the tree surgeon’s “output” is no doubt more palatable than your usual “cookery output”, but I’ll give it a pass.