Hen do, Bath: her last rite
Give her a send-off worth the secrecy.
one bride, one night, no witnesses above ground
Beneath Grove Street waits a candlelit vault built for exactly this: a hen party with teeth. Claim the secret room, hand the bride a shaker, and let our bartenders tailor the whole descent to her vices. This is not a sash and a straw. This is her last rite, staged in oxblood and antique gold.
the ruby rose, poured for the brideThe running order of the night
How her evening unfolds
A loose ledger, not a leash. Every hour bends to the bride. Lengthen the masterclass, add another round, or simply disappear into the secret room: tell us her vices and we will rewrite the order around them.
I.The descent
She arrives, unsuspecting
The bride is led to an unmarked door beneath Grove Street and down into candlelight. The city above vanishes. So does her composure.
II.First serve
A glass pressed into every hand
Your party is met with a signature serve apiece: the Ruby Rose, thorned and all the lovelier, or whichever vice suits her best.
III.The masterclass
She learns the dark arts
Gathered at the apothecary, your group builds cocktails under the bartender's eye. The bride takes the lead, shakes, pours, and crowns her own creation.
IV.The secret room
Behind the curtain, just for you
Claim the secret room for up to 15 souls: lower ceilings, lower lights, and a privacy money rarely buys in Bath. Tales told here stay buried.
V.Til late
Whatever the night becomes
Bottled fizz, a final round of shots, the music low and the candles burning down. We hold the corner of the dark. The rest is between you.
The ledger
- Secret room
- 15
- souls, seated
- Full vault
- 40
- seated, exclusive
- Standing
- 60
- for the whole party
Send word for her hen do
Pour her something with thorns
Choose the bride's vice
Every serve at Opium is built to be lingered over. Pick the welcome cocktail for her party, or let the bride loose on the menu and watch her choose her own ruin.
thorned, and all the lovelier
Ruby Rose
£13Malibu, raspberry liqueur, egg white, lime, raspberry syrup, Angostura bitters
a haze worth losing yourself in
Lavender Haze
£12Tequila, raspberry liqueur, cranberry juice, lime, raspberry syrup
green, and not to be trusted
Poison Ivy
£12Vodka, Midori, cranberry juice, lime, raspberry syrup
Said in confidence, after
What the parties whisper
We have done hen dos in three cities. None of them remembered like this one.
The bride cried, then made the best martini of her life. Both things are true.
before the ring, before the rest of her life
Claim the night for the bride
Hen dos at Opium are arranged in confidence and tailored to the bride alone. Tell us the date, the size of her coven and her favourite poison. We will hold a corner of the dark and answer within a day.
