
The room is full.
The drinks are yours.
Someone is on the rooftop with a paloma. Someone is by the fire, slow-stirring an old fashioned. Different glasses. Same evening.
Quartet was made for that table. Everyone gets the drink they actually want, mixed by their own hand, in front of their own people.
It is the rare object that brings people closer by giving each of them a little more freedom. Shared ritual. Separate pours. No one settling for the group order.



