First, the original herb, locked in chocolate – soft, mysterious and aimed at the heart.
It can be followed only by the arabic elixir, god-like in its dreaming and chilled by lightning bolts.
Then, as the night deepens, there will be the angry root of ginger – brewed sweet and steeped in limón and roses, awakened by moonshine from agave that grows on mountains that rise above the clouds.
Only the green goddess can wrap this up, open the window into midnight with monk herbs flying the colors of destiny, warping the paths of stars and bending the arc of love itself. Carry on, bold liqueur, you know who you are.