Eventually, our bartender hero Yani flexes his real cocktail muscles and brings out the Past Lives cocktail ($22), a mix of gin, Pisco, Umeshu fruit liqueur (yeah, I had to google it too), lemon, grapefruit, and a house-made floral syrup of rose, rose hips, and hibiscus. It tastes as it smells: like heaven. I want to bathe in it. I want it to be bottled in crystal with a spray pump so I can smell like the Past Lives every day. I tell this to Yani and he admits he fancies himself a bit of a perfumer. I think I’m falling in love with him.
Halfway into the Past Lives, the world becomes more magical. Colors more vivid. The strangers at the table next to ours become good friends. I’m buzzing. Did Yani spike my garden drink with mushrooms? Hopefully?
My friends depart and I keep talking to strangers. We exchange laughs and stories. Still, this is normally where I cut myself and go home to eat everything in my fridge, but when the opportunity to order another drink rolls around, I’m told to order Death. I suppose it’s the only logical conclusion to this evening of review.