There’s a place downtown, hidden on the top floor of a tall building, that only a handful of people know about. Step inside it, and everything is just slightly different – a little bit warmer, a little bit brighter, a little bit more exciting. A little bit more…well, green. The cold and the drab of the outside world suddenly seem like a far off dream. Soft, velvety lighting bathes the room in an inviting glow, and supple leather couches provide the perfect place to sit down and relax.

There is no need for frills or trimmings in here; the brilliantly colored cocktails that adorn the tables, and the vibrant tones of the outfits worn by the people here act as the room’s decorations in themselves. Nothing clashes. The different colors, shapes and sizes co-exist in perfect harmony.

The people who come here are ordinary, everyday people from all different walks of life. But they know that a night here will be just that little bit more special than their usual night out. They dress accordingly – just that little bit fancier than usual. Heels are a little bit higher, skirts a little bit more shimmery. The view from the top floor is amazing, and they want to come dressed in an outfit that matches the beautiful, sparkling colors they know they will see outside in the city below. A dazzlingly colored cocktail is the perfect accessory to complete their outfit.

Music flows to all corners of the lounge, enveloping it in a funky,
chilled out mood. At the bar, the rattling of a cocktail shaker almost
sounds like a percussion accompaniment. Behind the counter,
cocktail glasses hang like a glittering chandelier as they reflect
the lights of the city outside.

A girl sits on a stool at the bar, chatting to one of the bartenders as he prepares her drink. She has ordered “her usual,” and he knows exactly how she likes it – it’s a tropical Midori cocktail blended with her favorite fruits. She loves the way he expertly pours the emerald green elixir into her glass. As she and the bartender flirt back and forth, she wonders if tonight might be the night when she finds the courage to ask for his phone number. The night may still be young, but the adrenalin is already flowing at full speed.

Another girl by the bar gazes at the vivid green in her glass, admiring its color and melon aroma. She lets the music waft over her and the sweet melon flavors float around her mouth, while she waits for her friend to arrive. They come here most Fridays, to chill out with a cocktail and catch up on the gossip from the week, preparing themselves for another weekend of fun. Her friend shows up, and they look around for a place to sit. They shoot each other furtive grins as they choose a table next to a pair of cute guys. One of the guys comments on how the girl’s aquamarine cocktail brings out the color of her eyes, and she smiles as she silently congratulates herself on tonight’s choice of drink.

A couple is sitting on one of the sofas, deep in conversation. The glasses in their hands seem like emeralds as they are illuminated by a flickering candle on the table.
They seem aware of nobody but themselves. She savors the fruity flavor fusion of her cocktail, as well as this moment with her guy.
They gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window in front of them at and marvel at the city below.
From up here, it looks like someone has scattered the contents of their jewelry box across an enormous black canvas, creating a sparkling rainbow in the night. They are brought back to Earth for just a moment when a waitress appears to collect their empty glasses and take their next drink order, and then it’s back to their own world again.

At another table, a pair touch their glasses together, enjoying a stylish cocktail and that thrilling buzz of a first date.
She offers him a taste of her drink, and they remark over its unusual, sweet yet sour flavor. He chose this cocktail for her, and she’s impressed that he has managed to pick one that not only flawlessly matches the emerald green of her dress, but also suits her taste to a T. Their conversation flows fluidly; all first date nerves are gone.
The butterflies in her stomach are there only from anticipation of more fun nights together.

The lounge is full of people, each with his or her own unique taste. There are no rules here; no standards to follow, no norms to adhere to. Everyone is free to enjoy the drink they like, in the way that they like.

Differences are not only respected, they are encouraged. The only difficulty that exists here is deciding what cocktail to order. A strong, vibrant one to match the bright teal of your shirt? A bubbly, sparkling one that will complement your glittery earrings? A soft milky one that goes with your jade necklace? A fruity cocktail, a grown-up cocktail, a cocktail with a complex taste...The bartenders here respond to any request. They are more than just drink mixers, they are artists. They bring to life the picture in your head, right before your eyes. In full color.