This potion's transparent liquid has floating in it a sliver of fingernail from a hill giant.
I Drink an Potion of Hill Giant Strength
The thick sliver of fingernail scratches my tongue and throat as I swallow the potion, leaving an itching trail all the way down to my stomach. I let out a ragged sigh, the pickled, salty taste lingering unpleasantly on my tongue. As I resist a cough for fear it will turn into a retch, I feel the muscles of my arms and legs swell. I feel strong enough to lift a horse clear off the ground.