Carmelization. The sugars get recrystallized and add a snap, a zing, near the rim of the glass. With each sip you taste your lips getting jiggy with the "burnt" sugars, as a pre and after taste, then there's a maple syrup type effect in your mouth, where you can distinguish the difference between sour/alcohol bite, and this new thing of savory crisp, whatever the fuck.

All once recently on fire cocktails have this novel sensation of crystals like mild pop rocks, and a smokey but not like BBQ, effect on your pallet. They're awesome sip one, sip two, but by sup three if a guy used to beers and clown juice straight up, it's a bit much and sip four has your tummy going, am I having a cocktail or did I give the snow cone machine a blow job?

flaming Spanish Coffee especially , has a experience you're like fuck yeah sip one, fuck no sip 3.

Often with what's like shown here, the flame impact makes a chemical reaction you can't put your finger on, but you appreciate it's been on fire. Hard to explain.

The most smoking hot Marilyn Monroe looking hot chick I once dated, would love the attention the server car upon her, the tables next to us , and the enthusiasm the server/bar tender had upon our table the rest of the night, because she challenged their bordom by the drink request, and once I actually had a few myself, I saw the merit, the novelty, and the experience as pretty cool, and again, first few sips week like a decadent delight, a snappy, sugary, smokey taste where you could see how the fire brought it.

But empty glass? Beverage done? Your stomach was like wtf, nuh uh, one and done.

It's basically a prelude to foreplay, you or her show off your pallet, your worldlyness, everyone takes notice of the fire, it's cute, novel, unique , and a talking point/conversation starter, but it's not going to be your drink of choice.

How carefully you sip , how long you pause to take in the taste, shows your date how maybe you go about licking her pussy later, then how graceful you are if it disgusts you, and how your body language works as you hand the glass back to her, tells her alot about how much if your cock she'll be willing to swallow, if at all.

But pretty much if she's ordering something on fire, there's a dick getting sucked later. Maybe not your's, but someones.

They're fun. They're out of the ordinary. The smokey flavors are super subtle, but the crystalized sugar vibe, feel, and experience, is on point, novel, but one and done if you're a steak and wasabi, sushi and whiskey kinda guy.

Try a chocolate Martini with fire and whip cream if you really want to know if she's down to pound in your clown town. Just bring your Visa, and brace yourself if she's actually a bipolar narcissist just out on parole. That Coach purse with the Gucci wallet was shoplifted not an hour before, and she Vaped bath salts in the ladies room right before your got there. You're charming, but not That , charming.