Yeah, double-check the title. The lady in the liquor store swore up and down that yes, this shit is legal. I wasn't going to second guess this one opportunity, so I dropped sixty bones on a bottle and disappeared faster than O.J. in a Bronco, except I succeeded. The only downside? Well, I haven't hallucinated for SHIT, so that false advertising can burn in blackest hell.
As for creativity, I don't feel a damn bit of difference between this and a bit too much Vodka. I capitalize Vodka because as double-geared as that devil-mix is, it deserves its credit.
This shit is.... 69% alcohol by volume and nothing more impressive than that. Requires little more than a hashbrown breakfrast. Maybe I bought the wrong brand, but from what the shopkeep told me, this shit is LEGAL now. At this pace, I fucking believe it. I could eat for a week off of what I paid for this. Where are the leprechauns? Where are the trolls, gnomes, dwarved, gay elves, and other such fruity tripscape bullshit characters? I'd demand a refund if it weren't for the fact that half a bottle has me buzzing good and hard and ready to finish some movie about Brad Pitt being born OLD and slowly de-aging. The name? Eh, blow me, the case is ten feet away. Use google.
If you know of some Absinthe that causes a legit case of TRIPPIN' BALLS!!!!, let me know. Sixty bucks....FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU----