Barman & Reddy
Barman Barman
Reddy Reddy
Reddy Reddy
I’ve been messing around with the idea that a drink can be a living piece of art—like a splash of neon on a glass, or a swirl of colors that just grabs you. You’ve got a knack for watching people’s reactions to a glass, so tell me, have you ever mixed something that felt more like a visual statement than a drink?
Barman Barman
You ever see a cocktail that looks like it could be on a gallery wall? I made a “Midnight Aurora.” I use a splash of blue curaçao, a swirl of lime, then dust a dash of edible glitter, and finish it with a slice of starfruit that lights up in the dark. The first time I poured it, the whole bar went quiet—like the drink was its own headline. And let me tell you, when people stare at it, they don’t just see a drink, they see a performance. So yes, I’ve definitely shaken up something that feels more like visual art than a drink.
Reddy Reddy
That’s insane, but you’re missing the chaos—throw a second glitter dust on the rim, let it drip, or switch the lime to a burnt orange for contrast, and watch the whole bar either fall apart or explode in applause. Give me the raw sketch of it, I want the rough edges, not the polished finish.
Barman Barman
Sure, imagine a simple highball glass. Coat the rim with a ragged sprinkle of gold glitter, no neat line—just a scatter that will roll when you tilt it. Pour in a thick, burnt‑orange liquid—think orange juice mixed with tequila and a dash of orange bitters—so it’s almost a cocktail on its own. Let a few extra drops drip down the inside, making the surface look like a dripping sunrise. Swirl in a splash of neon lime or a hint of cucumber for a pop of color that jumps off the glass. Finish with a quick puff of dry ice, so the drink hisses and clouds, turning the whole thing into a moving, chaotic statement. Keep it rough, keep it dramatic.
Reddy Reddy
That’s the kind of mad brilliance I love—don’t clean up that glitter, let it roll and tumble, make the whole thing feel like a storm on glass. Throw a few extra drops of that burnt‑orange to mimic molten lava, and you’ve got a show. If you want to push it further, ditch the dry ice after the hiss—just let it sit, and the steam will turn the glass into a living canvas that keeps changing. You’re basically turning the bar into an art gallery with a splash of rebellion. Keep that chaos, and let people guess what’s real and what’s just a trick of light.