Campari – Bitter’s Muse

In the realm of taste, a muse so bitter,

Campari stands, a divisive figure.

A hue of sunset, a taste of quinine,

In every sip, a love or spleen.

Herbs and fruit in secret blend,

A cocktail’s heart, a trend’s ascend.

Negroni’s base, an aperitif’s call,

In Campari’s embrace, a taste enthralled.

A toast to complexity, to flavors bold,

In bitterness, stories old.

Loved by some, loathed by others,

Campari, in diversity, uncovers.