Sadly, this NYT piece on a bar catering to stupid, rich people obsessed with their appearance leaves pretty much no joke unturned. Still, to quote my father, you have to admire their sheer effrontery. I think I see a market for homeopathic cocktails; forget imprinting (potentisizing?) water, let’s imprint eaux de vie!
As far as I am aware, the only drink proven to make you more attractive is the one you buy for someone else.