This was the name of a soft drug we smoked in that enchanting city up north. It was also a soft drink I had at Hard Rock Cafe, a place where we often went, practically set on the beautiful Amstel river which caught our sight everytime the talking was paused.
It is also one of the best songs of Jimi Hendrix. And purple haze could mean many more.
All that just passed through my mind while I was having my coffee this morning, far away from that city.