In 1920, when Prohibition became law, American booze hounds grabbed their passports and headed for friendlier waters. Harry Craddock—a barman who came up in New York’s most revered cocktail clubs—landed at the Savoy Hotel and quickly rose to fame as the premiere mixologist of his time. (During his time at the Savoy, his likeness was even sculpted in wax at Madame Tussauds.)
Parties are something of an escape chute: the festive indulgences allow us to escape reality and enter a new world, even if just for one night. This is never more true than around Halloween, when the devilish and macabre enter the scene. As we prepare for the most surreal night of the year, we like to imagine what it would be like to be trapped in the haunted house of Lewis Carroll’s dreamlike, drug-altered Wonderland.