Mark St. Clair 13/10/2006
I was in college at the time at Texas Tech University and a friend of mine and I decided to take a trip to Colorado and go skiing for our first time.  So we set out with no real specific destination with very little baggage and ended up in downtown Boulder.  There at a coffee shop/bar my buddy ran into a friend he hadn't seen since grade school.  We went over to his pad and smoked with some Colorado State cheerleaders and after about an hour he took us to his basement where he had been brewing absinth for the last two years.  I can tell he had really perfected the process after we sipped some.  I was in love.  It tasted like liquorish ass but I tried it minutes later with a sugar cube. Shot number two.  It was the most instantaneous change (unnatural of course) I had ever felt.  Like I said...I was in love!  Right then and there I bought two bottles off of him for 60 bucks a piece and we hit the road again and into the mountains we went.  We skied to our hearts content high on absinth, cheerleaders and very little oxygen.  I have not bought from ya'll yet but have tasted your absinth thru someone I've just recently met.  But...that same buddy that I went skiing with and I are planning another boundless trip to Colorado this winter and we will be talking to you guys very shortly.