Four years later, her collection sits neatly on a shelf in her apartment—rows of tiny glass vials, each labeled by date and color. “It’s strangely satisfying,” she says, laughing. “I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I don’t hoard junk. This is just… mine.” Friends are equal parts fascinated and horrified, but Maya shrugs it off. “People collect coins and bottle caps. This just happens to grow on me.”