CONEY ISLAND

Why Coney Island? We were intrigued by the vintage allure of this century-old fantasy-land with its honky-tonk chic, its Mermaid Parade, its incomparable hotdog haven (Nathan's famous) fronting the Atlantic Ocean along Brooklyn's southernmost edge. But we wanted to celebrate its future, too, just as a formidable revival it getting under way.

Coney Island isn’t just any amusement park. In its early 20th century heyday, New York’s premier people’s playground was a rowdy, mind-numbing pleasure mecca that more than matched the energies of the city that contained it. Its daredevil rides like the legendary nine-hill Cyclone roller coaster, Wonder Wheel, the freefall Parachute Jump. All set a fevered, frantic pace, while its bathing pavilions were more like phantasmagorical gilded palaces that shimmered in the air. 

Not to forget the raucous nightspots. For a city that where glancing at strangers for more than two seconds has always been an impertinence, here was an escape hatch—a Bacchanalia where one and all had free rein to scream together in terror and joy. Sure, in recent decades Coney Island fell into decline, but today it is decidedly on the upswing, with brand new rides, a water park, and a mammoth glass atrium in the works.

Bond No. 9's Coney Island conjures up both the magical history and the reawakening of this beachfront paradise. Combined in this contemporary gourmand delight are the sugar-cool notes of margarita mix, hypnotically seductive chocolate and caramel, plus cedarwood. The high-voltage blue bottle recalls the Coney Island's expanse of sea and sky, while the contrasting gold neck evokes the thousands of electric lights that once lit up its night sky.