"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…
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