Fly Erin Fly! Drink, drink in life.

And so,
the romance of belle époque naughtiness
must give way to what's in the glass..
Loved your poem, Erin

Lady Vivian

Many years aqo I needed the haven of euphoria to make me feel outside the world and above the petty things. I remember the first taste of absinthe many years ago on a warm California evening. That and the thin whisp of hashish. We finished the bottle in small cut glass juice glasses. Seemed like a week later I was heaving my guts out. Might have been the same night/morning. A waste of fine liquor as my last stepfather would have said. I don't need that soaring feeling these days I believe. I have more fun from a well done line of words Erin. Bob

Nicely expressed Erin. Well done!

Absinthe is a bit stronger than my usual glass of wine.
I cannot say if I ever tried anything that refined.
But I love the taste of anise so let's toast if only for one time.
I dare to say, this drink may put me away so I probably cannot stay!
Amen

Very well put, Erin. An excellent, inspirational piece.