The arrival
Your name at the door, a glass in your hand before your coat is off. No queue, no wristbands.
Members of the list hear first. One short note, a few days before.
Nothing further is announced yet. The letter goes out first.
Cozé hosts a handful of evenings each season in rooms that are usually closed: a hotel bar after hours, a gallery once the art is hung, a cellar lit only by candles. Every guest is on the list by name. There are no tables for sale and no one is waiting outside.
One short note before each evening, sent to members of the list. Nothing else.