THE GINGER MAN
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About halfway through Fashion Week, I began to notice a certain thing that was once considered the height of fashion reemerging into popular view. No, I'm not talking about the return of tie dye. At a quite a few after parties and receptions, there was a new shape looming over the bar: the absinthe fountain.
The historical mystique surrounding the drink, its odd ritual preparation, and the chemistry-set-like assortment of associated paraphernalia made the sometimes green liquor a favorite subject of conversation among Fashion Week attendees. Black clad fashionistas chatted casually about green fairy this and wormwood that, while downing cup after cup of the stuff. By the end of the week, more savvy consumers were ordering a truly bizarre array of absinthe cocktails with names like Fire Fairy, White Christmas, and Green Tear. From what I could judge, no mixer was quite up to the task of fully masking the drink's trademark (read: love it or hate it) taste of cloves, licorice, and anise, but I have to say the absinthe Caprihina I tried was quite tasty.
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