Lights dimmed, people buzzing, and old-school music floating like a chiffon scarf in the air. You stride up to the bar and catch the bartender’s eye. “One Bees Knees, please,” you say. The bartender, with a quirk in their eyebrows, nods and begins to mix the drink. Enter the world of old cocktails—the Gin Rickey, the Blue Blazer, and let’s not forget–the Bees Knees.