Thanks to one kind person I was able to embrace the sun hidden in this famous absinthe.

The colour is the equivalence of feuille morte expressed within minute details. Golden-yellow with appropriate depth of the tinge.

Louche is an orchestra of oil swirls, unlouched banding line that slowly sinks into the liquid.

Clean aroma of discrete pontica, superb hyssop and wormwood bite is very inviting.

Spicy, very bitter with prominent anise and fennel smoothens out into very subtle if accentuated enough melissa-so citrusy but not overpowering. A bit heavy at times. Finish is long-lasting and meticulous pontica eating the tongue.

A rare and unforgettable treat. I wish it would come back.