Barometz

"'Three years back, a mage used to live in the forest, owned a little bit of that land, used it for her experiments. She was a...I dunno what it’d be called. A herbologist? She ended up losing her land due to some debts. Moved to Toussaint after, but she left her land the way it was. No one thought to even examine it before they went right ahead and started planting.' - Kinney, berry picker of Gulger Farms"

Description
A barometz is a unique creation, and unlikely to exist outside of a berry field near Vizima -- unless the popularity catches on. It is, quite literally, a lamb that grows from a flower, whose meat is tender and filling and whose blood is the same consistency and taste of honey. The flowers and stems themselves can be made into strong teas and supplements that help with upset stomachs and fever, but the flavor is harsh and the after-effects include hallucinations and enhanced sensory experiences.

The barometz was invented by a herbologist and mage named Mary, who aimed to find a unique way to pay off her mounting debts. She had just seeded the field when her lands were seized as part of her debt and used to grow berries -- in anger, Mary cursed the land to swallow the blood of those who stood in the way of her invention. No one paid any mind to these words, until a group of guards and a few bakers turned up dead after investigating the rotting bushes out in that same field.

It was lucky that in 1176, the witcher Demerin took on a contract to investigate the demonic sheep that had done in the guards. He found that the lamb -- not sheep -- was only a simple victim of the curse, and the core of the magical plant underground had turned vile and bloodthirsty in lieu of the curse. Demerin used his Griffin smarts to lift the curse, and the fields were ready to bloom those little vegetable lambs once more.

Quotes
Mary and Ella's Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb,

Its fleece was white as snow;

And from the bloom yon Mary plant

''The lamb was sure to grow.

 

It ate among the berry field

Which was against the rule;

It made the nobles sad and mad

''As the lamb made them a fool.

 

And so Mary moved away,

But still it lingered near,

And waited patiently about

''Till slow Ella did appear.

 

Why does the lamb love Ella so?

The field-hands they did cry;

Why, Ella loves the lamb, you know,

Mary called in reply.