My first salep was in an ice cream restaurant—I know, in winter, right? But we were early to the circus, and tried to entertain the kids with a special treat in an ice cream store. The clerk must have seen the dazed, indecisive, and new-in-town look on my face. She told me to sit down, and she'd bring me something, and I should try it. Ah, it was amazing. Later I found mixes in grocery stores—liquid or powder. It became a favorite gift to send to relatives, along with Turkish delight, or lokum, during the holidays. I'm not sure if it translates through the mail—the dreamy memories of salep vendors on the street, the bitter winter mixed with the kindness of strangers, and a moment of peace, finally, all in one hot cup.