The villain stopped his swagger immediately upon hearing the hoot of the owl perched on the lower bough of a tree snuggled in the musky forest. His tough aura vanished as he sat on the log. He reached for the container in which he kept the sodden cowslip leaves until they were distilled to perfection for their use as a oily tincture to stain his viol until it glistened. He drew the bow to strike the signal for the maiden to come to him. She was lovely in her desire for him to ask her to marry him. How he wished he were free from this villain in his soul!
Prompt to use the following words in a story:
2. distils (distills)