Hello Everyone!

Just crossing over from Feeverte to the Lounge.

Who are you? Why don't you tell us about yourself.

It's nice to see that you filled out your profile, we like that here.

Same here,
Just want to say hi to everyone.

Who are you? Why don't you tell us about yourself.

It's nice to see that you filled out your profile, we like that here.

I'm in my last sem. at the Minneapolis College of Art and Design, as a sculpture major. There is a nice little group of absinthe drinkers forming here in Minneapolis including me, Deluge, and a couple of others on the FV board. Though combined efforts I think we've doubled/trippled the # of brands we've sampled so its a very nice little setup.

Welcome!

Minnesotan's, eh? Either of you know where Borup is?

Yeah, its up near Fargo, around 52, right? Seems pretty boondockish

Howdy Jack,

I am a Midwesterner, a scorpio, a couch sleeper, a dragon(76),a poet, a mandolinist, a jerk, a bore, a night stick, a paper weight, a corn cob, a tool belt, and local handyman.

How about Blue Earth?

Yeah, Minneapolis has got a cozy scene nowdays.

Eire--

Very boondockish...one entire side of the family lives there. Popoulation 50 or so and they're all related to me.

I know Blue Earth!

I dated a girl from there once. I kept pissing her off by calling it Blue Dirt. Is the dirt really blue?

I've been through Blue Earth many a time........


Hello Minneapolis people........

Eons ago it was fabled to be Blue, now it is the color of Marlboros and Montain Dew.

Thanks, and welcome.

Hey King! and congrats on the coza promotion! Can't wait to see ya this Sat.!

Current Favorites
1. A.D.N Montpellier Style 72
2. Emile Sapin/Emile 68
3. Verte De Fougerolles 72
4. A.D.N Pontarler Style 72
5. Amer 72
6. White Fairy
7. La Fee
8. Pernod 68
9. Emile Gentiane

I've got some Moonman #24 and #36 on the way so I am sure that they will make their way to the top! And hopefully the Kubler and Segarra will be good as well.

Howdy King!
Are you ready for this Weekend?

Hey, is there a way to show 10 posts on a page rather than 50-200?

Use My Controls.

Ah, Thank you!

Well, not exactly 'near' me, but the closest loungers yet. At least they are still in the same region (frigid-assed northern midwest).

But we sound less like canucky-fucks in Michigan, unless you count Yoopers, and one should NEVER, EVER count a fucking Yooper as a Michigander.

On another, stranger Michigan note. . .

last weekend, the first real, live wolverine in 215 YEARS (besides those that play football in Ann Arbor) was spotted running around up near the thumb. Weird.

Greetings and all that.

I'm 83% dixie acording to the survey.

Dixie Quiz

Gimpy,

I hate to say it but your dixie wrecked.

The link don't work for me dude.

DEAD LINK



I hate link teases! I want to know how dixie I am... DAMMIT!

A wolverine in the thumb?
Way too far south from what I would
expected. The UP, mebbe, but
the fuckin' thumb?

I say "car" and "water" like I'm from
Fargo.
Dearest Nazi Mom is from the upper
Lower Penny of Da Mitten.

Welcome Newbians.
Please use the handrail and obey all
posted signs.

I was 89% Dixie when I posted that link in the "Kinda Fun" thread...Now it's not working. Bastards!

Cool avatar Eire

Ok, I'm a little pissed.

No one either liked, noticed or got my best joke of the evening.
Come on guys I have a fragile ego, you gotta laugh at my jokes.

If you didn't get it, tell the person next to you "my dixie wrecked"

We got it. It just wasn't funny.

But that look was.

ditto.

Hey, according to his profile, Gimp's 93... Anytime his dixies wrecked is a good time.

We have a Borup here in Denmark. There's some kind of chemical factory there.

Well met folks,

I guess it is time I said hello as well. I have just signed up. I too live in Minneapolis, and have been enjoying the GF for a few years but have only recently (thanks to Eire, Deluge and a few others) have learned that there is a community.

I really have to say cheers to the Lounge…I have been playing around on boards like this since before the Internet (Us old fogies used to call ‘em BBSs) and I have rarely seen a community that has been able to poke at each other and have fun without blowing up…or have I just missed the blow ups? Never mind…who cares…my hat is off to you guys anyway! (no smile taking off a hat...)

About me:
I sell thought provoking books for a living and have a mostly unhealthy fascination with all things antiquarian which has lead me here. I don’t like TV (or any other hard drugs) but I dig an occasional sci fi movie. My favorite vice is all night conversation though the Green Fairy is very quickly catching up! Gee…I wonder if there is some way that I might combine the two?

Be well and free,
Green Magus

Welcome! Nice of you to introduce yourself and fill out your profile.

Welcome!

There have been some blow-ups, naturally, but they're never the result of fun-poking among friends. It helps to stow your self-seriousness somewhere behind the bar before you join the party. It sounds like you'll fit right in.

Hey, y'all.

I've been lurking for a while...reading posts, cruising profiles, and trying very hard to get my FAQs sorted out so that no one comes at me with an ax.

I am, by birth and temperament, a New Orleanian, although I've lived in New York City since 1970. I work freelance in the film industry, and travel a lot, mostly for work.

During Prohibition, my great grandfather had occasion to rewrite his will. For reasons mysterious, he permitted his two adult sons (one of whom was my paternal grandfather) to divvy up the following:

1. Prime acreage on the Mississippi River -- lots of it.
2. Several cases of vintage French Absinthe.

Not only did my grandfather NOT choose to inherit any land, but he chose to inherit ALL the vintage Absinthe. Years later, when he came into his inheritance, he ripped through it, according to witnesses, "in record time." He drank it with water, perfumed his Sazeracs with it, and siphoned it into martinis with an eyedropper. Had he chosen riverfront acreage instead of Absinthe, his descendants would be feet-up with the crosswords today. "Oh, that your grandfather were alive," my mother used to say. "I'd throttle the son-of-a-bitch."

Was I genetically programmed to like the stuff? Maybe, but it wasn't until three weeks ago that I finally gave it a try. I cracked open a bottle of no-name La Bleue, and was instantly enthralled.

Now, in addition to the La Bleue, I'm tasting my way through a Francois Guy and four of the UEs. I've also been studying your reviews so that I understand the tasting vocabulary. At the moment, my notes are too dumb, too fay for posting ("Kinda pinchy on the front end, and sweet -- but not TOO sweet -- maybe half-a-Perruche-cube-sweet. And what's with the spectral caraway note? My brain is alert, yet swathed in bubble-wrap.").

Three questions I haven't found answers to just yet:

Why has it been so difficult to duplicate the old Absinthes? Old recipes abound, and old equipment has survived, so where are we stymied?

Post-drip and post-louche, I like to plop an ice-cube in my glass. Is this the height of crass? Once, in Italy, I watched a friend empty a sugar packet into an espresso, an act witnessed by a table of Italians, all of whom rolled their eyes and shuddered.

For three or four months in the summertime, New York City is Ninth-Circle-of-Hell hot. I'm often gone during those months, and wonder what the lesser of two storage evils would be for open bottles of Absinthe: a dark closet in an UN-air conditioned apartment, or a refrigerator?

Thanks! I look forward every day to reading your posts.

Hi, there. Nice to meet you. That's a great story — I read every line. It looks like you've been saving it up while lurking. I'm glad you decided to cut that out and start posting.

You'll want to avois the 'fridge. The closet should suffice. It gets hotter than Hell here, too and I was concerned about it until Cros made the helpful observation that any coolish, darkish place was OK and I basically just ought not set the stuff in the sun.

Your history and methods question requires more of an in-depth response than I'm up to, but I'm sure you'll get comments.

As for the ice cubes — if they're making you happy, I won't give you any guff if you keep putting 'em in. An ice cubes in your absinthe is hardly the height of crassness. If you're thinking it is, tour the Sandbox, which is closer. Then again, I'm a cretin. If you find the height of crassness, please PM me.

Just don't set fires.

Welcome.

Welcome to the fold, my children.

Wow ... that sounded really creepy.

DG

Thanks for the kind welcome, Greeneyes.

Not ice cubeS, PLURAL, for God's sake. One. ONE small, low-profile cube. Please bump me down to SEMI-crass.

I've somehow overlooked the Sandbox, so I'll check into it later.

I'll keep digging till I find the answer to the history-and-methods question. No one need bother trying to answer that one for me.

You ain't no cretin. This coven is sharp.

Welcome!

I, too, read every line. Thanks for coming with a story.

Oh, that your grandfather were alive, I'd have liked to have spent an evening drinking with him.

A chain-smoking monkey says "Welcome to the fold, my children." What's creepy about that?

Thank you.

Yeah, A.B., you would have liked my grandfather. The men on my dad's side of the family were sexy, charming, and bad. Whoa, they were bad.

Family dysfunction aside, they were also products of New Orleans, which has a particular "tilt" to it. The city is sweet and sinister; swank and disreputable. It's a complicated place, and has spawned some interesting types.

To a man, the males in my family were a big hit with outsiders. Living with them full-time was...how to put it?...challenging.

Now that you put it that way, I think I'd have probably loved gramps, too!

What are the women in your family like?

Here's a few pics from earlier today, aren't we the handsom bunch
Lucky bastards.
And a huge thanks to Green Magus for letting us use his place, and an even bigger thanks to Mrs. Green Magus for letting him come out and play!

Sorry about the load time, there's some big pics.

Damn!!! That took forever to load!

Nice PIx, thanks for sharing.

Fast load here.

Welcome onean all.

My grandpa was a butcher. Literally. Pops knew how to make some really good sausage. And, every time he came to visit he would go to the nearest major meat packing factory (cool down jack) and come home with a box of assorted chickens, beef, and pork. Like my dad used to tell me about his childhood, we were poor during the depression, but we ate well.