—A cocktail that tastes like memory, mistake, and magic; all in the same swallow.

It started sweet. You knew the taste.
Then something shifted in the base.
The bubbles rose, then dropped, then danced,
A flavor lost, a thought entranced.

Aperol glowed like sunset lies,
While elderflower watched your eyes.
Then lemon blinked, a citrus clue,
You’d been here once. But not as you.

You sipped. The texture changed mid-glass.
The fizz reversed. The light did pass.
And though it smiled with gentle charm,
You felt it tug your dreaming arm.

A twist of fruit, a garden gate.
The spritz was gone. You stayed too late.
And in the glass? A waking drop.
The dream was sweet, until the stop.


📜 Dream Logic Spritz – The Recipe

Instructions:
Build over ice in a tall glass. Stir lightly, like recalling a dream. Top with bubbles. Garnish with something fragile. Serve while half-asleep or newly awake.