I finally had some decent absinthe yesterday, thanks to martygreene
, who also introduced me to the Wormwood Society
, an online community of contemporary absinthe enthusiasts. I sampled both a French absinthe (Montmarte) and a Swiss Clandestine variety, and was so enthused by both--though the Montmarte was the ultimate winner--that I simply had to leap online and order some.
My association with absinthe is...well, rather spotted. I tried to make some myself ages ago--I think I was in my first or second year of college--by growing wormwood in my backyard and whatnot, but that just went nowhere. Many years later, I had some domestic stuff that...well, tasted pretty okay, but really didn't agree with my stomach. In fact, it made me downright sick. But the biggest reason for that is most likely the fact that I was drinking the shite neat
: completely uncut with water or anything else. Funny it didn't eat a hole right through me.
Anyway, after sampling authentic Good Stuff yesterday, I must say that I've found myself an instant enthusiast. To the point that I ordered a bottle of Montmarte (and some stuff for Lilly, too), and have decided to give up my dreams of turning Casa Pegritz into an opium den in favor of dreams of turning this joint in a little chunk of old Paris. Let's see...I've got the low lighting. I've got the antique furniture and other assorted vintage relics, many of a medical nature, but still....I've definitely got the world-weariness and the fin-de-siecle decadence. Soon I will have the liqueur, and then it will be on.
I'm done with Cuervo and the rest. If I'm going to be doing any
kind of drinking these days, however little, it might as well be with high-quality imported absinthe. Baudelaire and Huysmanns would certainly approve.
....Wait a second. Does this earn back all the Goth points I lost to wearing a bright pink 2006 AFC Champions Stillerz ballcap to Ceremony last night?