Okay.

Clearly I need to perfect the Czech ritual as a nightcap before trying the Château Saint Ferran again because OH DEAR JESUS FIRE BURN LSDMF;LASKD;.

And I literally took it two minutes ago and the world is fuzzy around me and I am having to go back and correct drunken typos.

That's what 160 proof does to you; at least a five-minute advantage over 140 proof/70% ABV.

Wow.


...


Aaaaand my balance is shot. Gone. Kaput.

On the other hand, goodness, the (several minutes) aftertaste of this is wonderful. Of course, this is because I tend not to like aniseed-y things (which is rather a disadvantage), and this one apparently has enough cannabis in it to relegate the liquorice-y taste to the background. Shall have to try with 3 parts water next time and see how it fares sipping-wise as opposed to a neat (if Czechified) shot.

Curiously, the only information online I can find about this brand labels it as 70% ABV, whilst my bottle quite clearly says 80% ABV on the front. Hm. Of course, the only English listings I can find don't mention the cannabis that is featured quite blatantly on my label. Only the German and French listings. Bizarre. Especially since it's a Spanish brand. It's quite noticeably stronger and more powerful (and nicer) than the 70% bottle I've inched through over the past year and a bit, though, so I'm inclined to trust my label, and not the reviews. Possibly they only sell the stronger kind to the Irish. Or my mother.

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V. strange. Loitering in the 'whee the world is filled with cotton wool and is just a little spinny' stage, without entering 'drowsy' - which is nice, actually, except the reason I took the shot was to knock myself out.

And I don't particularly feel drunk either. I mean, I know I've always said that drunk on absinthe =/= drunk on anything else, but... compared to the other bottle, whose name I am too lazy to go up and check, I am experiencing a quite astonishing clarity of thought.

Of course, is always possible that I am actually shitfaced and typing gibberish and don't realise it. I suppose we shall see in the morning (four hours and 40mins, aaaahhhh), no?

(If you're wondering, it does occur to me to ask myself: how many times is a habit? But you know what I like? I like sleeping. Doctor on Wednesday.)

Pocky: obtained. I'm actually very proud of myself, because this was one of the weird little things that I keep meaning to do but then work myself into a panicky paralysis over for NO REASON WHATSOEVER. Anyway, I did it. And my first verdict was: I don't see what all the fuss is about, but after a few minutes, I realised that I couldn't quite bring myself to put the box down.

I'm doomed.