The Alchemist Bar

Announced by rhythmical sounds of horse hoofs, guests in black cowls arrive at the Prague Castle. Startled ravens scramble and disperse into the blackness of dark clouds. Only one of them deliberately chooses one of the riders and sits on his shoulder. Rudolf II., the head of the Roman Empire, ends up noticing it and shows a hint of smile. His search has reached its end. He has found the Alchemist. The alchemist had settled down in the house at Provaznická Street and began to create cocktails. He would mix such delicious drinks that even the Emperor himself had forgotten about the elixir of youth because the idea of leaving the world in the caress of Alchemist's liquor was too tempting. Just prior to his death, the Alchemist had hidden the greatest secret in the world, which he had wheedled from the withered emperor earlier, and sworn that those words are to never see the light of day again.