“Letters from the Bund"
A Journey with Park Chinois Doha
We delved deep into the brand’s soul to uncover its essence and unspoken stories — and what better canvas than the cocktail bar to bring them to life?
Born in London’s Mayfair in 2015, Park Chinois pays homage to the glamour of 1930s Shanghai — a city where East met West, and artistry thrived under the shimmer of lantern light.
Its spirit recalls the defiance of Billie Holiday’s “Ain’t Nobody’s Business If I Do” — bold, unapologetic, and timeless. Much like her voice, Park Chinois stands as a celebration of individuality and enduring style.
And now, as it opens its doors in Doha, we invite you to rediscover that world of decadence and allure — one taste, one story, one letter at a time.
LETTERS FROM THE BUND
The Narrative
INK OF FLOWERS
Delicate, romantic, and perfumed — the ink carries the scent of petals
drifting down the boulevard.
🌺
Celestial Bloom
To Miss Anna May Wong, Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles
Your name was spoken tonight as the oolong curled its perfume into the air.
Pineapple and elderflower danced like fireworks in crystal — the kind only Shanghai can light.
I thought of you, shimmering on silver screens far from home.
Red Lantern Affair
To Madame Coco Chanel, Rue Cambon, Paris
The glow tonight was as soft as silk on the skin.
Osmanthus and jasmine clung to the air as if they too wished to be stitched into something eternal
— much like your little black dress.
INK OF CITRUS & SPICE
Bright and daring, the ink dances like jazz in a crowded room,
its tang softened by warm spice.
🍋🫚
Gold Dragon Sour
To Mr. Fred Astaire, Central Park West, New York
The band played a quick-step and the yuzu kept pace.
Ginger flickered through the room like a golden dragon weaving between tables.
I imagined your polished shoes tapping in perfect time.
Jade Rickshaw
To Mr. Noël Coward, The Strand, London
Tonight the streets were slick with rain and lemongrass.
Sichuan pepper teased the tongue like a clever remark.
I thought of the way your plays leave an audience smiling at the sharpness.
Sichuan Pepper Tincture, Ginger Beer.
INK OF EXOTIC FRUITS
Vivid and lively - each drop bursting with faraway suns
and midnight gardens.
🥭🍉
Lotus Bloom Martini
To Miss Marlene Dietrich, Avenue Montaigne, Paris
Lychee sweetness whispered at the rim, cucumber and watermelon kept their secrets until the second sip.
I pictured your eyes catching the light as you sang in that low, velvet tone.
Watermelon & Cucumber Cordial, Lemon
Shanghai Paloma
To Señor Diego Rivera, Coyoacán, Mexico City
The colour was magenta as the last minutes of sunset.
Guava and grapefruit sang together while mezcal left a trail of smoke in their wake.
It belongs on one of your grand walls.
Lime, Grapefruit, Soda Water.
INK OF INDULGENCE
Rich, velvety, and unhurried — the ink writes in slow strokes
under the glow of a single lamp.
☕️🌰
Silk Noire
To Mr. Cole Porter, Waldorf Astoria, New York
Coffee and caramel hummed together like a late-night piano.
Five spice curled through the air — not sharp, but warm, like the last line of one of your songs that lingers long after midnight.
Toasted Sesame, Salted Caramel.
Mahjong Midnight
To Mr. Pablo Picasso, Rue des Grands-Augustins, Paris
Three rums conspired in the glass while black sesame kept its counsel.
A chocolate tile rested on the rim — I did not play it, but I imagined your brush painting it into something entirely new.
Orange Liqueur, Lime. Blue Curaçao.
INK OF SAVOURY WHIMSY
Playful yet refined — an ink that surprises with its wit,
leaving a taste that lingers.
🍿🥒
Savory Pearl
To Monsieur Jean Cocteau, Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Paris
Caramelized Popcorn and Campari are strange bedfellows, yet tonight they shared a table.
A pearl glistened in the glass — much like the way your words sparkle on both page and stage.
Sweet Vermouth, Bitter Liqueur, Clarified Pickled French Cornichons Cordial.
INK OF FIRE & VELVET
Bold and seductive — each word penned with heat,
softened by the shimmer of celebration.
🍦🌶️
Velvet Ember
To Miss Josephine Baker, Rue du Chevalier-de-La-Barre, Paris
Passion fruit set the page ablaze, and chili sealed it with a kiss.
A flute of Prosecco waited by its side, like a lover who knows how to enter a room — much like your own dazzling stage entrances.
Passionfruit, Lime, Bubbles
Dear Miss Hu Die,
Your performances spoke when words could not—
grace, emotion, power in silence.
It is in that spirit that I introduce tonight’s five
companions—cocktails without spirits, yet alive in character.
May their silent elegance find voice in your artistry,
as cinema without sound once did, and may they
honor your journey from the Bund to the great stages aof Europe.
Ever Yours,
The Host
Dragon Rouge Tonic
A ruby-tinted G&T, alive with spice and clarity.
Residing where fire meets calm.
Litchi Blanche
White tea and lychee whispering—soft, martini-like.
Dwelling in Shanghai’s moonlit garden.
Coco Impérial
Coconut grace, a regal echo of the Mai Tai.
Keeping court by the imperial shore.
Piquant Spritz
A zesty dance of verjuice, ginger, lemongrass.
At home among citrus groves.
Sonic Fizz.
Kāfēi De Nuit
Espresso, maple, ginger in velvet dusk.
Residing in the chambers of midnight.
Ginger & Vanilla Maple, Espresso
🐝🍃
May these letters of scent and flavour remain with you
beyond the glass.
The Host
Thank You






















