Ciros Speakeasy & Supper Club| Tampa, FL
The glass was placed on the table.
Immediately, the pent up smoke crawled out, releasing writhing curls that gripped the edges of the snifter.
After watching the playful display of a cocktail dance, I guided it toward my face.
The seductive haze startled my senses — it came on way too strong.
But that’s what I get for being too eager.
I took a step back, admired the chiseled lines of the glass, the bold-bodied color of the drink and the seductively outpouring fog.
Liquid pheromones strong at play, I was drawn in for a taste.
Anticipating a simple sip to start, I was overwhelmed in the best way possible.
A duck fat-infused bourbon for my tongue, a rosemary haze for my nose, ultimately an unsuspecting sweet nectar to swallow.
The roof of my mouth told me it was tart, the back of my tongue — citrus, all the while shrouded in a floral layer of herbal bliss.
Sweet and smooth.
My lips remained slightly parted, my eyes rested shut…still processing the plunge I just took into a new world of intoxicants.
Nothing will ever compare…impossible to top…a drink to remember.