She used cherry syrup to draw flowers and little chemical beakers on the sides of the glass. It was opaque, pink -- more pastel than hot -- and tasted almost exactly like strawberry hard candy. I missed the actual mixology because I was on Fred-wrangling duty in the interests of keeping him from making the freshmen chemists cry.

To be honest, I don't drink frequently enough to be any good at analyzing alcohol by taste. Pretty much just "finals week", and then it's a fifty-fifty chance that I'm either heavily sleep-deprived or loopy on chemical fumes due to improper ventilation.

[...Yeah, that would probably work.]