If a night out at the bar can be paralleled with your mortal existence, then a cocktail is the element of life that weaves your fate. A can of beer or glass of wine can only carry a night so far. Eventually, you have to throw caution to the wind and heed the fire of the stronger spirits. Only a cocktail can inspire and invigorate a night into the realm of the extraordinary. Only a cocktail can be that wand of destiny brought to you by the unification of great, strange ingredients.
That night the wand of my destiny was in the capable hands of Erika Ordonez of Bizarre on Jefferson street. For the second week in a row, my drink was defined by a mezcal. Peloton De La Muerte mezcal is the main player in the Overnight Sensation, and its smokiness defines it.
However, the other components of the drink makes the drink a multifaceted attacking force against alcohol boredom. The Pernod absinthe comes in, a bit of mental numb ensues; then the Combier grapefruit liquor takes over, blending with the smoky mezcal, triggering the harmony of the cocktail.
