DrinkRaptor & Sylvie
ΠΡΠΈΠ²Π΅Ρ, Π‘ΠΈΠ»ΡΠ²ΠΈ, Π·Π½Π°Π΅ΡΡ, Π° ΡΡ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»Π°, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠΊΡΠ΅ΠΉΠ»Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ Π±ΡΡΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΡΠΈΡ
ΠΎΡΠ²ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅? Π‘ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π²ΠΊΡΡΠΎΠ², ΡΠΌΠΎΡΠΈΠΉ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠ°Ρ-ΡΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΉΠ½Π°β¦ ΠΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡ ΠΎΠ± ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π΅ΡΡ!
Yes, a cocktail is a poem in liquid form, each ingredient a line, the stirring a stanza, the splash of citrus the unexpected rhyme, and the bitters a secret verse that lingers in the mouth, like a memory that keeps you turning the page of a drink.