Haemvin

A most curious fruit, whose vines curl around the trees in the plantations. They are most unappetizing, the fruits not unlike a turgid grape but with a strong and unwelcome metallic taste, and the juices have a nasty tendency to congeal in a most disturbing fashion. The provincial vintners have a strange and singular obsession with it, though any man of refined taste will struggle to understand why.

— Letter to the Lindan Gazette.

One should normally never trust a physician whose idea of a blood transfusion is to inject the contents of a grape into their patient. Having witnessed Dr. Corby's method in action in the field, however, one must be a fool to doubt the effectiveness of this treatment.

— Mercer Hatherton, writing on the Axthet Expedition.