Tsypelma gathers dried wisps of pungent-smelling grass and adds them to the fire, while Buyanto takes the bottle of vodka to begin the offering. He pours a shot glass full, murmurs a prayer, then tosses the liquid into the wind, where it separates into glistening drops. He begins walking in a clockwise direction around the frame, continuing to toss vodka offerings in the air. "Vodka is a pure drink, and so it is good to offer to the gods," he says.