You finally made it, the Carlyle’s Presidential Suite—at the end of a blind date, no less. And here’s the bottle that awaits: Gold leaf murals of blackberry and Mirabelle plum, black licorice sheets with a ridiculous thread count, Calacatta molasses marble with vanilla veins, bay leaf cuff links, Cohiba Behike cigars, and my God, that view. The Upper East Side in all its glory. When your date leans in close, eyes flashing with desire, you just hope the real guests don’t realize their key is missing.
