absinthe story

Speaking of coffee, do I have it right that there are only two types of beans and the rest is terroir and how it's roasted?  That is crazy to me.  I know terroir is a real, although very mysterious thing.  As it applies to wine my science brain has a hard time with the concept because I don't understand what the mechanism is.  For instance, how would growing a grape in chalky soil result in a mineral character? Is the chalk actually in the grape? I am just making that example up but it's hard for me to understand.

However, imagine if there were only two grapes in the world and yet there were people claiming to find hundreds of different flavors in the same two grapes.  I guess it is still possible.

There's a hub show this weekend! Is it sort of a secret? Am I not supposed to post this? It's not on undietacos.  It's Fine Steps and English Singles.  Both of these bands are currently on fire.

Also, Bananas and Babies and Dog Party and someone else on Tuesday the 10th.  Again, I ask Charles: why you book four band show on weeknight? I'm sure this will irritate him (if he's reading) but four band shows irritate me.

Since you've all stopped reading by this point I'll tell you the story about why my car reeks of absinthe.  Once upon a time NH bought a bottle of absinthe and we wanted to have a nip early in the day (as you do) and the cork fell in.  DL decided that the perfect cork would be a baby carrot, which promptly fell in.  Perhaps the nips had something to do with this.  Then, the absinthe had to be poured out, strained for bits of cork, and poured back in.  The carrot was strained out (some mixologist should made a drink with absinthe-marinated carrots) but the cork remained.  As you may know, NH and JBB just bought a house and they are moving.  The absinthe top was wrapped in plastic wrap so they decided not to move with it.  I said, "I'm not letting good absinthe go to waste" so I wrapped a rubber band around the plastic wrap.  Rock solid plan, right?  Then I put it in my trunk to go home since that's an open container.  I am so lazy about this kind of thing (not about other things!) that I just propped it up against a box of giant Lacoste towels that I am supposed to take back to Macy's (wedding present, but I picked giant ones accidentally).  Of course it all spilled as soon as I pulled away.  So now the car smells like booze and I probably can't take the towels back.  I'm scared to look.  This is mostly news to Scott right now.