The Jazz Age Elixir
Jerry Cranston stood at the window of his apartment on Fifth Avenue and watched the city below. It was 1925, and New York was a city that had forgotten how to sleep. Jazz spilled from every doorway. Champagne flowed like water. And somewhere in the darkness, the elixir was being mixed. The Elixir was a cocktail, nothing more. A secret recipe from a Prohibition-era speakeasy on Long Island,...
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