The server comes tableside and shoves a huge silver funnel into the neck of a clear wine decanter, which holds a mixture of Basil Hayden’s bourbon, cinnamon agave infused in-house, muddled orange and aromatic bitters. Then, after lighting some applewood in a small, cylindrical smoking gun contraption, a long black tube is jammed down the opening to release an aromatic cloud that fills the glass vessel. After a few vigorous swirls, the contents are inverted over a single large cube of ice that barely fits in a lowball tumbler sporting a cinnamon "swizzle" stick. As the smoke settles, the server removes the decanter and a positively sinful Cinn Fashion is complete. You’re not in Kansas anymore. —Jon Palmer Claridge