"One Glass and You're Dead."

In Switzerland, I renew my relationship with Absinthe. (The good stuff.)

Remember absinthe? Around the turn-of-the-millennium, worldwide hipsterdom shivered with naughty anticipation, before taking its first sip of Hill’s, that fluo green “Absinth” from the Czech Republic. (There was a lot of fuss, I recall, around setting fire to sugarcubes perched on filigreed spoons.) Then it waited for the Green Fairy to alight, and imbu…