So the taste wasn’t for me, but the creation process was mesmerizing. The skilled man poured amber liquid into a glass that was both elegant and sturdy, then tucked the drink under a glass dome where he piped a copious amount of smoke, enough to infuse the drink with its flavor. I sat at the bar, hypnotized. Cole is that drink, standing in front of me, all gorgeous and tempting like tendrils of smoke that promise you can drink them down.
