I saw this on a drink menu in San Francisco (possibly my favorite city to vacation in) and was reminded of a poem I studied in high school English class. In the poem, a nose bobs inanimately down a color-coded hospital hallway led by familiar, yet sterile, scents. It is disconnected somewhat from reality, yet embroiled simultaneously. Whatever your memory of hospitals, poetry, life and/or death, embrace the emotional history of what is your life. Relax, celebrate and appreciate where you are. This is a cocktail to contemplate with.