The time has come. After much anticipation, whispered speculation, and the occasional impatient demand from our esteemed hostess, I am finally ready to unveil the celestial enchantress who held us all captive during our gathering.
This is no ordinary beauty, my friends. This is a presence so alluring that time itself has bowed before her. A vision so breathtaking that men across continents have lost themselves in her depths, ensnared by her intoxicating embrace. A figure of mystery, a siren of old-world charm, whose rich, smoky essence lingers long after she is gone. She is unforgettable. She is timeless. She is—
Laphroaig 10-Year-Old Scotch.
Aged to perfection since 1815, her peaty embrace is as deep as the abyss, her smoky whispers as haunting as a lover’s last farewell. Those who have tasted her can never quite let go, forever chasing the memory of that first, unshakable encounter. A beauty that has stood the test of time.
And, oh yes, the girl holding the bottle was nice too.
…
Alright, alright! I hear the collective groan of disappointment from across the void. Lower your torches and pitchforks! I was only joking—please, Mrs. Langtrees, have mercy! Let me make amends.
For the true enchantress of the evening, the real vision who held us all in her effortless spell, was none other than Amber—our radiant, resplendent receptionist.
Let me paint you a picture, though no words can truly do her justice.
She stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the room, golden waves cascading down her shoulders in a shimmer of light and shadow. Her gown, a masterpiece of dark lace and silk, clung to her like the whisper of a forgotten dream, delicate yet commanding. A corset cinched her waist with elegance, the fabric adorned with intricate patterns that caught the dim light just so—casting illusions of movement, as if the very threads of the night had woven themselves around her.
And then, there was her gaze.
A tilt of her head, the playful glint in her eyes—mischievous, knowing. Lips painted the shade of crushed rose petals curled into a smile that teetered between invitation and mystery. She was captivating, but not just in the way beauty often is. There was something else, something rarer.
And that, my friends, is where Amber’s true magic lies.
For while breathtaking beauty often carries an air of distance—an unspoken divide between the beholder and the beheld—Amber was the opposite. She was warmth, she was welcome, she was ease.
Many would assume that in the presence of such beauty, one might feel inadequate, restless, on edge. But not with Amber. No one was left out, no one felt lesser. She had the rare gift of making all who entered her orbit feel at home, as though they belonged, as though they had always known her.
When I first arrived, I nearly lost my composure—not just because I had recently published a heartfelt novel about a vampire on a journey of redemption, but because Amber, in her soul-strippingly elegant attire, looked exactly like the very vampire who turned my protagonist into one of the undead. The only difference? Blonde hair.
The resemblance was so uncanny that, for a moment, I considered checking my own reflection—just to make sure I still had one.
But, of course, Amber wasn’t some cold, distant seductress. She was warmth incarnate. A rare light in a world that sometimes forgets the power of kindness.
So, my dear friends, I say this: they tell us to fight fire with fire, but when met with beauty, the answer is kindness. If you ever find yourself graced by Amber’s presence at Langtrees of Perth, take a moment—return her radiance with a smile, her kindness with a thoughtful word. She gives so freely to the world, and she more than deserves to have some of it returned.
And as for the Laphroaig? Well… I’ll leave that in the capable hands of Mrs. Langtrees.
Until next time,
Yoda
Author: Master Yoda
For Langtrees.com
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“What a great read and what a way with words you have Yoda! Amber looks and sounds divine. When Mrs L feels it's time to bring out the Laphroaig again (if there's any left) I will try my best to attend. Seems Amber sparked an ember in a few people that night!”
“Thank you very much for a lovely night and your incredibly kind words <3 It was so much fun getting to know you all on a deeper level. The chats we had were so interesting, I feel like we skipped the small talk and got right to the good stuff - Life, art, philosophy and so much more! What a cool community Langtrees has fostered. I am honoured to be a part of it, and hope for many more nights like this in the future xx Cheers to delicious scotch, fantastic company and our very generous host, Mrs Langtrees <3”
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