A sharp slap to Scrooge’s face in liquid form. Tart lime, biting ginger, and a bitter edge that says, 'Wake up, you miser.' Garnished with dried lime and shredded ginger.

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A festive trifecta of elderflower, cranberry, and
citrus. Sweet, sharp, and surprisingly dangerous — much like the ghosts
who won’t let you leave the party. Garnished with cranberries and
rosemary.

Golden apples, caramel, and spice swirl in this spectral chalice. Warm on the lips, cold on the soul — a drink that lingers like a whisper from the grave. Finished with cinnamon and dried lemon.

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Decadent, chocolate-drenched, and topped with ghostly fluff. Sweet enough to lull you into comfort — until you realize you’re drinking with the dead. Garnished with marshmallows and walnuts.

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