It was a very long time ago and it is taking me awhile to root the details out of my brain. My boss and I both lived in Ballard in Seattle at one time and I often house and dog-sat for her while she was gone on company business for a week. I did that frequently for many years, even after I moved from Ballard and started working at Boeing; up until I got married.
So I think by that time I was not working for her anymore, and had moved from Ballard. We were out to dinner, catching up and I was getting a key and such to house/dog sit for her.
Anyway, I had been having health issues and I was dealing with a serious diagnoses; I would have been twenty-six. I was talking about how everyone seemed to "have a cure." I was telling her about a coworker at Boeing who was also a representative of a direct sales company I won't mention here. She wanted me to buy some sort of supplement from them that I referred to as an elixir. I'm suspicious of any "cure" or "remedy" from direct sales companies. So I obviously rejected the offer.
To me the word elixir brings up scenes from old movies when the salesman would come to town and tout his elixir that would heal ailments from head to toe. He would pay a kid to hobble on crutches to the soap box he was on, drink some elixir and be suddenly cured. People would flock to buy it, when it was only some useless liquid and the salesman would beat it out of town and into the next before he got caught. That's kind of how Coca Cola got its start; laced with a little cocaine (Ala coca); touted to cure everything that ails you.
So there is the history behind my use of elixir in a normal conversation in my twenties. I now know what ails me. Coca Cola was not the cure, but the diet variety is my favorite cold refreshing beverage; we don't have salesmen going from town to town feeding us a line, we have the internet; and life is indeed an elixir that cures what ails us.