[Illarion listens to the whole list attentively.] Some of these would be poisonous to me, if I still lived. And--

[He pauses, holding up a finger as he works through this thought.] --my blood is still alive, even if I am not. I do not know what this means for a potion. Something like what you describe would heal me a little, back home, but have no stimulant effect.

[Now?? No idea.]