We were lucky enough to get some fabulous curry and to try a little absinthe. Oscar Wilde said, "absinthe makes the tart grow fonder." I love that. I didn't feel extraordinarily different- just kind of warm and fuzzy without that droopy drunk feeling. Kind of nice- and dangerously comfortable. I can see why the stuff isn't readily available. I didn't drink enough to get halucinations- and certainly not enough to go batty a la Rimbaud- but can see the attraction. Only for special occasions.
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