The Beehive Cocktail

🎶 "I want to go home... Hoo... The warmest place, my mother’s home..." 🎶

As the song played softly, Ko Bon Gyi carefully crafted a custom cocktail. His bar was famous for mixing drinks to match a story—tonight would be no different.

"Ko Bon Gyi, we’re here!"

A group of young men walked in, filling the bar.

"So, you’re back for another story? What will you drink?"

"Whatever you make, as long as there’s a story with it!"

Ko Bon Gyi smirked. "Since this song makes you miss home, I’ll mix a drink that tastes like home."

He started preparing a golden cocktail and began his tale.

"I grew up in a village full of beehives, but there was one—so big it looked like a tree. No one dared to harvest from it. One day, when I was a sick little boy, I told my mother I wanted honey from that hive."

"Somehow, she got it. And that honey—it wasn’t ordinary. It healed me instantly."

"To this day, I don’t know how she did it. Maybe it wasn’t just honey. Maybe it was a mother’s love."

He paused, then continued.

"Years later, after losing my mother, I returned home. I finally harvested honey from that hive myself. And with it, I created this—the Beehive Cocktail." 🍹

The young men took a sip. The sweetness hit first, then a warm, smoky aroma lingered, leaving behind a soothing brandy finish—a taste of comfort, love, and home.

"This is incredible!"

"It’s rare, so only tell your closest friends. Just come in and say, 'One Beehive, please!'"

"Got it, Ko Bon Gyi! But… will there be another story next week?"

Ko Bon Gyi smiled and nodded as he poured another drink.

🎶 "When hearts are warm… that is home." 🎶