Gingerbread enhancer. Stomach tamer. Old-Fashion lover. By day I might liven up your desserts and pep up your coffee but by night the glasses come off and I’m your solo bartender for the evening. Slide up to my bar. Here you are always the number-one customer. Tom Waits is playing. It’s going to be a good night.
Picture this: We are strolling down the streets of Florence. The warm breeze of the River Arno swirls around us. We share a pizza and a glass of vino while taking in the breathtaking sites and sounds of the majestic Duomo. We finally make the trek up to the Piazza Michelangelo and all of beautiful Tuscany surrounds us as streaks of orange, pink and red fill the sky. The sun begins to set. A refreshing cocktail is handed to you. You put it to your lips. It tastes like the freshest most luxurious fruits you could ever find. That’s what being with me is like.
I’ve ridden on camelback just to get to you. I’ve swum the English Channel. I’ve crawled through the jungles of Africa.
Okay, I might be exaggerating a bit, but I do love a great Bloody Mary over brunch, I’m kind of health conscious but I have no problem spicing things up a bit when called for. I pair nicely with the exotic cuisine of your choosing (adventurous foodies apply here). I might seem mild-mannered at first but don’t let that deceive you, I’m sure to wow you with a little time.
I’m as sweet as a mocha, as intense as an Americano and as smooth as a latte. There is nothing better than hours of witty banter into the wee hours over whiskey cocktails, and boy do I love whiskey. But don’t worry; you’ll always wake up to a strong-brewed cup o’ Joe with me. I also have an insatiable sweet tooth (and a guilty pleasure for chocolate chip and oatmeal cookies). I love baking. I’m your at-home barista. I’m the life of the party. What more could you want?
While some people may think I’m just a kid at heart you may be surprised by my maturity. Sure, I do love the occasional ice cream float or movie date, don’t get me wrong, but I also have a hidden sophistication that I only share with those trusty individuals who take the plunge. I enjoy a refreshing gin cocktail on a hot summer day or give me a sweet vermouth-kissed cocktail and see how much I can warm up your Chicago winter.
I’m playful, youthful, but can be a real sourpuss if I don’t get what I want. And what is that I want exactly? I want to tempt you with my citrusy bitterness, my mouth-watering allure, and my soft, smooth cherry. While its true that I’m like tart like candy, I’m also rich and full of complex spice that will suit your needs. Let’s play around and see if I can’t bring your gin, whiskey, mezcal drink to another level.
Its a cozy evening at home. You bring me over to the couch and we snuggle up with a Spicy Paloma. As soon as it touches your lips, you feel my heat. Its impossible to resist. You taste my fiery pepper, one at a time: guajillo, arbol, ancho. Your tongue is titillated as you bring me to your mouth for another taste. You crave the tingling to the point that its insatiable, and the only cure is more of me, because you are Hot & Bothered.
Hey. You remember me. Yeah, you can’t forget what we had. Our smoky love affair is forever etched in your mind. When I touch your cocktail, a sweet, herbal taste lingers just beyond that smoldering essence. Your whiskey drinks will forever change, no matter where you are and whom you’re with. I’m your Old Flame, and you’ll never let me go.