A cocktail in a London bar called Nightjar (where, unrelatedly, Julien & I went on our first date, before we knew it was a date). It was called the Forager's Shrub, and it was served with fresh rosemary, thyme, and assorted raw vegetables, and a single giant, perfectly smooth ice cube. It came with a little scent diffuser of oil, but for the life of me I can't remember what the scent was.

Anyway, the bar's seen better days, and it's not on the menu any more. So it goes.