Your beautifully chilled mixing glass, filled with diamond-shaped-crystal-clear ice, stands in front of you. A strategically directed beam of light marks it as the center of attention in the low dimmed bar. Eyes turn. You add two parts of that precious-single-barrel-aged-for-twenty-something -years-liquid-gold spirit, one part of that guaranteed-to-change-your-perception- of-the-universe-and-lead-you-to-enlightenment fortified wine, two dashes of the impossible-to-find-mind-blowing-key-to-your-inner-hidden-self-elixir-of-eternal-lust bitters. You are about to curve time and space and surf the waves of creation with this beauty. You reach out for your barspoon.
Wow. Stop. Barspoon? Really? A spoon?
Oh, come on. You can do better than that. Baby.
