As I'm sure any regular readers here have quitely* gathered by now, I'm a bit of an odd admixture of (perhaps pollyanna) optimism, and (remorselessly) Reaperian self-doubt. So it should come as no surprise that, while I've frequently dismissed Hemingway as a pointless, He-Man hack, best left relegated to times historic (and, like Reagan, otherwise best forgotten) I continually find myself drawn to stories where he's mentioned, even if in only the slightest of nods to his influence.
On that enigmatic (and somewhat irrelevant) note, I've never been a fan of liqueurs, but have always had a bit of an interest in one which has long been banned in the U.S. - absinthe.
Whilst the explanation of champaign bubblary in this NYTimes' article is old news, I found the discussion of at least some of this particular devil water's side-effects interesting and compelling enough to, once again, follow my Preznit's lead and use The Google to perhaps procure me some.
I'll let ya know what I find.
* It's been a while since I've clarified that use of the pseudo word "quietly" was simply one of the quirks which endeared my dear soon-to-be second-ex-wife to me.
Ahhh... well. Moving on...