The Lobby Bar at One Aldwych is looking very dapper today. Maybe it's a special occassion of some sort? Think, think. Wedding? Surely not—everyone seems normal. An anniversary of some sort? Oh god I hope not. I could have sworn I would have put it in my calendar...

Fear not, intrepid traveller. Though the Lobby Bar is indeed looking awfully refined this evening, you haven't forgot anything—it's only a new exhibit to celebrate London's Fashion Week. It's a little homage to the exhibition "Isabella Blow: Fashion Galore!" (dedicated to the eponymous style icon, it's tucked away next door at the Somerset House), a regalia of flowers and sensual Fracas scents designed to greet guests as they walk through the curved steel doors.

This marks round two of my visits to the One Aldwych—I love the place so damn much I'd do anything to swing by—and it's a certain kind of loveliness that's welcome amidst the glitz and glamour of the lobby bar. It's natural and soft, with white flowers flanking the study, tall pillars ("Perspex plinths", I am later told) that sit solemnly in the center of the room. White magnolia ferns intertwine playfully with a flurry of other white beauties: amaryllis, hydrangea, jasmine and pink roses. Fittingly enough, it's home to a flurry of tiny little perfume samplers, another wink to the Fashion Galore!'s signature scent created by Robert Piguet Parfums.

Feeling a little bit like a young Victorian princess, I sat down with my beloved Arthur to have a tasting of the much-acclaimed signature drink, the namesake cocktail of the exhibition in question. The menu denoted that it was a concoction of, "Martin Miller’s Gin with rose liqueur, jasmine syrup, lemon with bergamot foam and a rose petal garnish" so I ordered one without fail, curious as to whether it would taste as lovely as it sounded. To balance it out I also nabbed a "Magic Gift", a mystical looking drink from the Winter collection with whiskey, chocolate liqueur and...a mushroom infusion? Curious. I had one of those to boot, along with some seemingly innocuous burgers.

What followed was such a uniquely interesting combination of sensations that I'm going to break it down as follows:

1) The Fashion Galore cocktail was beautiful. Not just as in sweet tasting, with notes of citrus and gentle floral accents, but as in a physically beautiful cocktail in its own right. It was served in a tall, slender matte black glass garnished as promised with the aforementioned rose petal, and looked, dare I say it - model worthy (forgive me; I had to). It was crisp and fresh, with the frothy bergamot foam providing an additional sensory aspect that made it playfully serious, something I think is rather hard for a drink to achieve in terms of merit.

2) My drink, the mysterious "Magic Gift", was earthy with sweet tones, with the slow-aged whiskey pairing nicely against the chocolate liqueur, an overall delicious creation but...

but...

3) The "mushroom infusion" I was promised was not (as I had so naively believed) a liquid infusion mixed into my drink, but rather a small tasting of mushroom prepared for consumption exclusively alongside the drink. I tried a bit of this surprising little mushroom and was simply blown away by the amount of flavor a tiny little morsel like that could pack. Our server, the wonderfully thoughtful Lorenzo, explained to us that these were no mere mushrooms: they'd been soaked in whiskey following an infusion of butter for over 12 hours before being sauteed and dried out, rendering them into the decadent treats that I saw before me on the plate. Served with a sprig of fresh thyme, I was hooked. It was just...umph, too good.

And finally, as for those burgers. I called them "innocuous" because, given they're advertised as bar food, I wasn't expecting much. And oh God was I wrong. Oh God. They were some of the best tiny patties I've ever had in my life: a gorgeous quality beef (you can always tell) just with a dash of added sweetness and home-made truffle mayonnaise. And perfectly fried chips and and and...

Every time I come here, it just gets harder and harder to leave. Maybe next time I'll just stay, hidden somewhere deep in the "Perspex plinths" among all the white jasmine and perfume wafting all around me and nursing a cocktail to myself quietly. No one will ever know.

...or at least, hopefully no one will have the heart to kick me out?