Ghost in the Zest – By Geox
a poem where citrus haunts and memory lingers like perfume in code
She left no mark, no glass, no trace,
Just something floating in the space.
A hint of rind, a curl of air,
An aftertaste, but nothing there.
The vodka shimmered, pale and bare,
Like thoughts too clean to know despair.
Grapefruit wept a bitter mist,
Not tears, but dreams you almost kissed.
Then rosemary, like static breath,
A forest sigh from under death.
You drank, unsure of what you’d find,
A taste? A trick? A glitch in mind?
But there she was, in every sip,
A phantom pressed to trembling lip.
No form, no voice, just citrus dressed
In whispers from the ghost in zest.
📜 Ghost in the Zest – The Recipe
- 2 oz Vodka
- ¾ oz Fresh Grapefruit Juice
- ¼ oz Rosemary Syrup*
- Garnish: Grapefruit twist or rosemary sprig (if you’re ready to be haunted)
*To make rosemary syrup: Simmer equal parts sugar and water with fresh rosemary, then strain and cool.
Instructions:
Shake all ingredients with ice like you’re summoning something polite but vengeful.
Strain into a chilled coupe.
Garnish with the memory of a scent.
Best enjoyed while decoding dreams, speaking with mirrors, or waiting for a message that might never come.