So apparently the story is, the Kumara that go in to
Purple Monkey Finger are grown on land that was the cemetery of the local prison for the
criminally insane.
The gardens were looked after by crazy old nuns, all of them were blind except for the mother superior who was mute.
She was mute until one of the prisoners made moonshine out of the Kumara, in her room alone one night, she had a drink, and she started screaming and didn't stop until she died.
They say that even now, if you open a bottle of
Purple Monkey Finger alone, in the dark, in a very quiet room, you can hear the old mute nun scream.