Boehme encourages his guests to come neatly dressed, composed, and with an open mind. Once the doorbell is rung and the password spoken (usually inspired by ancient mythology), guests enter a dimly lit room filled with velvet, chandeliers, and gargoyles. And specifically for the month of October, vintage Walgreens decorations are only on display to celebrate Halloween.
As Boehme builds the drink to order in vintage crystal glasses, he asks his guests to take sips throughout the process. They even pick their own ice and sugar cubes with copper tongs.
“There’s no reason why we can’t have luxury experience in a speakeasy,” he says.
Boehme specializes in absinthe and gin-based cocktails. If guests are uninterested in a customized drink, they can choose from classics like Death in the Afternoon (champagne and absinthe) or Blue Wallis (gin, blue curacao, lime, and sugar). Boehme also serves vodka to “basic” patrons, he says.
Boehme has been bartending for the majority of his adult life. He started when he was 18, working at the coke stand at the Tennessee Performing Arts Center. One day, the bartender went home sick, so Boehme stepped in.
From there, he went on to bartend at various lounges in multiple cities like Toledo, Ohio; Atlanta; and San Francisco before moving to Phoenix. Additionally, he’s done bridal registration at Neiman Marcus, opened a gift gallery at Saks Fifth Avenue, was the vice president of an auction house, and held other luxury jobs.
“Life is always unfolding,” he says. “It’s not so much about following a path, but doing what comes to you.”
Sanctum is located on the second story of The Grand, a 24-hour coffee shop, restaurant, and bar downtown. It used to be called Rare, which was a quiet space for party-goers to relax and chat if they needed a break from Amsterdam — the nightclub downstairs that closed in 2013. Boehme served drinks at Rare, too.
By definition, Sanctum refers to a quiet room for people to discuss intimate or confidential matters. And that’s exactly what it is — a lounge that feels more like a house party, where you can relish in the times of the occult and illegal absinthe consumption with your magic-potion cocktail in hand.
“Now you’re having that moment with Hemingway, with Oscar Wilde, with Aleister Crowley, with Chanel, with Jean Cocteau — the whole Paris renaissance of the '20s,” Boehme says. “Does it get any more glamorous than that?”