Thursday, November 03, 2005
Oooh. Finally real absinthe instead of toxic, wormwood-flavored, mouthwash.
It's been interesting to watch the absinthe trend develop since the mid 90s. I remember watching the beginings of this fad in high school. A guy in my latin class wanted to know where to buy wormwood. In fact, the quote happened to get recorded:
"So why does Paulus want absinthe? To get addicted, eat paint, go nuts, and create art?"
"I believe his rationale was 'Who wouldn't want absinthe?"
I never did tell him, because I was sure he'd make some awful toxic bathtub gin and poison himself.
I'd first heard of it in association with Van Gogh chopping his ear off. It had this delightfully gothic air about it. The green fairy that inspired great art and tragic madness, it had a whole ritual and elaborate victorian implements to go along with with. A dangerous magic potion that gets you high, was about what I concluded it was meant to be. I also concluded that the real article was unobtainable just as this dude did.
It had this elusive, romantic, air. Dude, it get's you high. Dude, it's been banned for decades. Dude, it made a guy cut his ear off. Far beyond the pathos of the coffeehouse vibe and into the opium den aura. It seemed to have every allure of the forbidden fruit. Is it any surprise that Johnny Depp and Marilynn Manson are devotees? (I'm too DARK for beer. I do not drink... wine.)
(You can actually watch Johnny Depp do the whole absinthe ritual in the movie, From Hell.)
Oh modern technology, so much more rewarding than poetry and wormwood. I don't like licorice so I don't expect that I'd like absinthe, but I will at some point have to try a glass of Nouvelle-Orléans, just to say I've tasted real absinthe.
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