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A Story to Stimulate Your Senses
Introducing: Spirits of Alchemy
A cocktail mixer brand that bonds science and soul to create transformative personal experiences. A brand with a story.
Now that we’ve covered introductions, we thought we’d share a drink with you and give you a chance to try these so-called “destinations” for yourself. The reality is…looks around…this is a website. The closest we’re going to get to “drinks out of the office” is this: π₯.
Of course, you can buy one yourself but we want it to be our treat. So, in lieu of liquor, with the understanding that we can’t ACTUALLY take you anywhere, we offer you this —
A story.
It may be tasteless and not entirely tangible but it sure as hell takes you somewhere. Sip on this…we call it Velvet Mood.
Listen to the sounds of Velvet Mood while you read for the full experience
Like a magnet of class and sophistication, she entered the room. All eyes were on her. Intentional or not. Some lingered longer than others. Even the band’s focus shifted, momentarily held prisoner by the unforgiving glint of her silk gown — as if it’d been dipped in chocolate. The feathered tap of the snare drum faltered, just for a second — like the skip of a heartbeat. But smooth jazz continued.
An incline of her head toward the bartender revealed the subtle hint of a tattoo nestled behind her left ear. A crescent moon. The bartender set an espresso martini down before her. A cocktail that mimicked her very state of being: bold, powerful, and demanding of grace.
Perched in the corner of the dimly lit room, arms gently warming the marble bar, she surveyed her surroundings. The space was crowded but in a comfortable sense. A glimpse of elegantly crossed legs here, and loosely buttoned dress shirts there. An air of understood mystery weaved throughout the eloquent rumbles of soft conversation.
The disco ball that hung above the dance floor sparkled as it quietly listened to its subjects’ desires — collecting them as if it were their very secrets that spun the mirrors they found themselves reflected in. Whether it was the mirrors themselves or the reflection of sequins in the former that won her attention first — she didn’t know. But her attention it held.
Hypnotized, she pushed away from the bar, gliding toward the dance floor with such intensity that each step forward seemed to melt the ones behind. Her gown followed her, trailing like a soft curtain of silk. Her hair, near black and flecked with cinnamon, flowed down her back, and settled just below her shoulder blades. She inhaled, senses swirling at the subtle hints of sweet orange and vanilla that wafted through the cool air. Then, looking towards no one in particular, she began to dance.
Luxury and charm met her, intertwining on the magnificent floor below. Their shadows wrapped around incandescent eyes as others in the room took notice and joined her. With each dip of her hip, she commanded the room — controlled the whispers — encouraged desire. She set the mood.
