Curse you, green fairy! Caligula, I always ask myself, why is it you must be felled by Manhattan’s every hot & trendy drink as if according to strictest schedule? Are you that much of a glutton for excess that you need to drink a dozen dirty pomegranate martinis when antioxidants have their fifteen minutes? Well, yes. And with absinthe in everyone’s glass these days, I keep waking up on the sidewalks of Chelsea in front of well-concealed club entrances, my body sore and spongy, my mouth tasting of blood and licorice and latex. The addiction, I think, has something to do with those lovely gleaming metal spoons used in administering sugar water to the drink—they appear benign enough, but just try shoving one into the human body!
Of course, the preparation of the cocktail is usually all I remember. I then descend into an amniotic haze so swimming and bright, you’d think I’d yet to be born. The Christian world should be so lucky!
Full disclosure: you will not encounter a woman this sexy or barely clothed while on an absinthe bender
I love the image of the absinthe spoons on the red background. We want to source it to use for a project. Are you the photographer? Can we pay for the rights to use it. Let me know. THnx