I suppose it’s always possible that flamming death followed by an episode of sock-sucking vomitus into the great hereafter could be an intended outcome for the evening’s entertainment. Presumably for someone else, you understand; my own limited experience with supposedly high quality absenthe leads me to believe that self-inflicted eviseration* is a much less painful suicide option.
*This is the one that involves moving the insides of the abdominal tract to the outside via laceration, right?
That’s right up there with “what’s the cheapest double CABG you’ll perform?” for bad places to save money. I can’t think of any situation where I’d rather have bad absinthe than good 151 and twenty bucks.
I reckon it’s good that we can buy the real absinthe agin, but from what I’ve read, the Powers that Be have limited the amount of actual wormwood extract in the stuff, for fear that we might get too crazy.
P.s I drank a whole metric pint of Jaegermeister one night, just to see what effect it would have on me. Yes, it made me think rowdy thoughts, but I did not act on them, being (as I think) a decent White guy. I’ll tell the world, though, I was _tempted_.