Welcome to the land of wooden shoes, windmills, and legalized sin. Our absinthe adventure this morning lands us in the Netherlands where people have a slightly different way of consuming the green fairy. For this quest we need to enlist the help of man's oldest friend: fire. Let's begin:
Pour yourself a
handsome glass of absinthe but pour it over the sugar so we can light that bad boy on fire. Be sure not to spill your shit all over because the absinthe can run down the handle of the spoon. Not that I did that or anything.
Light the sugar cube on fire. Do not use a match
dumbass. That sulfur smells like shit and you run the risk of a piece breaking off into your drink. If the absinthe itself starts burning blow it out immediately genius. You want the sugar to burn, not the booze.
I should have stuck to coffee.
Pour yourself a handsome glass of absinthe but pour it over the sugar so we can light that bad boy on fire. Be sure not to spill your shit all over because the absinthe can run down the handle of the spoon. Not that I did that or anything.
Light the sugar cube on fire. Do not use a match dumbass. That sulfur smells like shit and you run the risk of a piece breaking off into your drink. If the absinthe itself starts burning blow it out immediately genius. You want the sugar to burn, not the booze.
I should have stuck to coffee.
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