![]() It really tasted like it smelled and near-vomit inducing. What were they thinking when they made this stuff? I don’t think this is anymore absinthe than say taking distilled water for your car and dropping some Everclear and bleach into it. Just like Swan tells Sirius at Coney after Sirius tells the Warriors that they’re good…real good: "The best."įruko Schulz. Or at least when he said stopped talking, smiled into the netherworld and came back to earth to tell me, "whoa, I’m feeling that now," I took it to mean he loved it. Well, I called it licorice, Julia said, "it burned my whole mouth." Greg loved it, too. Taste? You want the truth? You can handle it, so here it is:Ībsinthium 1792 had a strong alcohol buzz and a deep licorice, and finished up with the licorice lingering around. Don’t get me wrong-Lord knows how much I love sweat socks, a freshly coated wall and a newly bleached tub, but I don’t want to drink it down. of sweat socks, paint thinner and bathroom cleaner. Staroplzenecky one-upped the King by giving off the P.U. It really stank of mud with overtones of anise dropped in there somewhere. King of Spirits came on strong-like you got your honker shoved into a pile of wet leaves. ![]() Hill’s was neutral, subtle, and considerably sweeter than the others. Do they still even make that? Havel’s dark color aptly reflected the strong licorice/anise scent. Like Sea Breeze astringent for your face. The Fruko Schulz could easily be confused with rubbing alcohol because it didn’t smell like anything. As did gregjaw who was on hand to sample along with us.Ībsinthium 1792 stank of anise and carried a vague whiff of Elmer’s Glue. ![]() You know what this stuff smelled like? Enough to put a good scare into Julia, who hated absinthe to begin with. Julia astutely commented that it resembled "the green Listerine." It did have a painted-looking bottle, no paper label. Staroplzenecky (70% alc.) came across as if it were nothing more than water with green food coloring in it. Julia noted that looked like a "greener olive oil," and that both this and the Havel’s looked more "like plants" in color, while the Absinthium, Fruko Schulz, and Hill’s looked "like gum." The label featured a not-too-thrilled looking Van Gogh. It had a light green color, and was so intent on flashing the wormwood that it had some floating herbs in there. ![]() The presumptuously named King of Spirits (70% alc.) came recommended apparently. The look of the bottle/label struck me as sort of non-descript. Hill’s (70% alc.), the only brand I had heard of before getting into this, was the palest mint green. The color was a very dark green, almost reminded me of what a whiskey would look like-if it were green. The no-frills labeled Havel’s (60% alc.) boasted the "extra highest level of thujone" – meaning, it’ll really fuck you up. There’s an almost Mucha-esque lady egging you on, nay-daring you to sip it up. The color was an even more pale mint green. These guys put their name in a red banner and then etched into the glass. Very Martian looking plant-thingy in the picture (I think). The label has some psychedelic freakout gasoline in a puddle thing happening. My colorblind (yes, seriously) eyes made it out as a pale mint green color. We start with the look it up, look it down section of the review:įirst up was Absinthium 1792 (70% alc.). We brought them all back to our linoleum-floored hotel room with a bag of sugar and a bottle of water and went to work. This way, I’d only have to spill my seed, I mean Czech crowns, on a big bottle. But let me give you the facts as I (along with some chiming in from the ever-opinionated Juju - juliaghoulia to you) recall and recount and reanimate the corpses of memory that haunt my gothic underwear of a brain that has yet to be washed clean from racing stripes, and most pertinent of all-the green fairy’s snotwater: Ye Olde Absinthe.īeing as cheap as possible what with having no budget and no nothing to spend in Prague, we scoped out some weird-ass newsstand/booze booth at the Mustek station and some other various liquor stores in order to get our grubby mitts on some airplane sized bottles. You might say, "Hey, that’s because you haven’t flossed since you were away." And, heh-you’d be right, there my friend. Because fuckinggoddamnit, I JUST got back from Prague about a week or so ago, so the taste of this Czech swill is still stinking up my mouth. Now don’t get me started on how you know better than me.
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