A Place for Every Potion

Your grandfather's new auto-sorting spell backfired. Every potion in the apothecary tipped off its shelf. Every finished potion unravelled back into raw essence, and the loose colors pooled together in one enormous pile in the middle of the lab. He chuckled. "Ah, it does that sometimes." Then he pulled on his coat for the annual Alchemists Gathering and asked you to mind the place while he is away. He'll be gone about a month. There is no rush at all. Two puzzles Every potion needs two things done to it. Decant. Pour the scrambled liquids from bottle to bottle until each one holds a single pure color. If you have ever played a water-sort puzzle, your hands already know this part. Shelve. Carry the finished potion across the lab to the shelf it belongs on. Color gets you to the right wall. The sigil on its label picks the exact shelf.