© Hiroko Masuike for The New York Times
(Adapted from a NY Times recipe)
2 ounces Metaxa Five-Star Brandy
1 ounce Calvados
½ ounce Patron Citronge
½ ounce real absinthe (with Wormwood/Thujone)
½ ounce lemon juice
Splash of simple syrup
Combine all the ingredients in a shaker with ice. Shake well and strain into a koktil, koktail glass.
Yield: 1 serving
If anda are having trouble still finding true Absinthe in your US liquor store even though the wormwood ban was lifted, anda can scroll through the link in this Absinthe Spot for numerous online vendors who will ship to the US with no problem.
Disclaimer: Don't drink and drive... and ummm be over the legal age if anda try this. Yeah. Right. heh.
I got my head but my head is unraveling
cant keep control can't keep track of where it's traveling
I got my jantung but my heart's no good
you're the only one that's understood
I come along but I don't know where you're taking me
I shouldn't go but you're wrenching dragging shaking me
turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
the lebih I give to anda the lebih I die
and I want you
anda are the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
anda make me hard when i'm all soft inside
I see the truth when i'm all stupid-eyed
the panah goes straight through my heart
without anda everything just falls apart
my blood just wants to say hello to you
my fear is warm to get inside of you
my soul is so afraid to realize
how very little bit is left of me
take me with you
without anda everything just falls apart
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
cant keep control can't keep track of where it's traveling
I got my jantung but my heart's no good
you're the only one that's understood
I come along but I don't know where you're taking me
I shouldn't go but you're wrenching dragging shaking me
turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
the lebih I give to anda the lebih I die
and I want you
anda are the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
anda make me hard when i'm all soft inside
I see the truth when i'm all stupid-eyed
the panah goes straight through my heart
without anda everything just falls apart
my blood just wants to say hello to you
my fear is warm to get inside of you
my soul is so afraid to realize
how very little bit is left of me
take me with you
without anda everything just falls apart
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
