Call me Alyson. For some months now—never mind how long precisely—I had heard rumors of cocktails that provided a next level of altering. Tales proliferated of the existence of unmarked, rarely seen bottles hidden beneath bars and off-menu drinks that were available to only the trustworthy. In pursuit of this white whale I’ve visited bars across the country, whispering my inquiry to bartenders over late-night drinks, Facebook-messaging the most open-minded bar owners I knew and cold-calling contacts of contacts within the industry: “Can you serve me a cannabis cocktail?”