#{Absinthe & Sugar}

[amekeii]

Criminal Minds Characters as Cocktails

SPENCER REID - ESPRESSO MARTINI vodka vanilla | coffee liqueur | brown sugar syrup | espresso

AARON HOTCHNER - OLD FASHIONED bourbon | sugar | angostura bitters | orange twist

EMILY PRENTISS - AVIATION gin | maraschino liqueur | simple syrup | lemon juice | crème de violette | cherry

DAVID ROSSI - NEGRONI campari | gin | sweet vermouth

PENELOPE GARCIA - PORNSTAR MARTINI vodka vanilla | passoã | passion fruit puree | pineapple juice | passion fruit half | prosecco

JJ JENNIFER JAREAU - GIN & TONIC opihr gin | yuzu tonic | lime wheel

DEREK MORGAN - MAI TAI dark rum | white rum | orange curacao | almond syrup | lime juice

PART 2

[emaadsidiki]

National Gallery of Art 🎨 Washington, D.C.

[acocktailmoment]

Death in the Afternoon !

Ingredients:

1 ounce (2 tablespoons) absinthe

1 teaspoon simple syrup

4 ounces (½ cup) Champagne or Prosecco

Instructions:

Pour the absinthe and simple syrup into a cocktail glass. Top it off with the sparkling wine.

Symple Syrup recipes:

Ingredients:

½ cup sugar

½ cup water

Instructions:

Add the sugar and water to a saucepan and heat over medium heat.

Stir until the sugar is dissolved, about 1 to 2 minutes. Remove from the heat before it simmers (or when the temperature reaches 140°F). Cool to room temperature before using. Store refrigerated in a sealed container for 1 month.

Courtesy: A Couple Cooks

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[toxintouch]

Absinthe & Sugar:

"They" pronouns used for MC, Unspecified background, no gendered language or descriptors used. WARNINGS: MDNI. Suggestive content/non-explicit smut (very little description used). MC is specified to be the receiving partner (penetration) for a round. Exact relationship dynamic is left heavily to interpretation but I'd say skip if you are sensitive to toxicity. ✦Read on Ao3.

The only difference between Leander and the Senobium is the uniforms, Vere said.

The sex isn't quite the way they intended.  Leander is eager, desperate and overly affectionate.  It rattles them, incongruent with the playboy image of a man they thought they were inviting into their bed; the casual escapade they were inclined towards doesn’t seem to be what they received.

They try to exert control—they do exert control, though it feels like a hollow facsimile at best.  He accommodates their whims, accepts and welcomes their harsh treatment even as they dig their cursed nails into his flesh, press bites against his lips when he seeks their kiss.  His eyes never seem to leave theirs, even as they parry and avoid every intimate gesture he offers them.  Their first fuck is rough—a relief—absolution and damnation in equal measure.

They’re high on adrenaline for the second, nerves singing as he sears worshipful kisses against their golden fissures, laces their fingers together with his, murmurs nonsense.

They lose count of the rest.  Their mind is lost in the heat and the sweat, the green haze they wish they could blame on liquor.  It’s a dream—feeling someone so completely, without any of their usual visceral fear.  But it’s a nightmare.  The way they tip their head back to hold back their tears and end up showing their throat, the way they swallow his whispered promises.

Leander doesn’t behave decently.  Doesn’t escort himself out afterwards.  He spends all night crowding them in bed, arms encircling them, his heavy weight trapping them against his chest.  They shove at him, weak and ineffectual, exhausted from the night's activities.  While their eyes droop, fluttering closed against their will, his stare is vibrant, an affectionate smile upon his still-wet lips.  As they drift off they feel the press of his mouth against their temple.  They tell themselves they hate it, lips too numbed with impending sleep to protest aloud.

They mean to rebuke him when they wake.  Deride his terrible etiquette as a one night stand.  Tell him he smothered them with his body heat and hogged the blanket, contradictions be damned.  They spend a long moment internally repeating what they’ll say—studying his sleeping face, the stress he carries during waking hours so obvious now that they see him not bearing the burden.  The moment slips away when he opens his eyes, words momentarily caught in their throat as they admire the color of them, as they listen to his easy pillow talk.  The curve of his smile, the crinkle of his eyes at their stilted responses.  His warm embrace.

He holds them all night only to get on his knees for them in the morning.

The pleasure is so intense, they feel like they’re about to lose their own mind.

They dig their nails into his back when he fucks them, snapping his hips in a rhythm that steals their breath away.  They hold him with the same fervor he held them.  (As if that might be the tipping point—their last ditch effort—they’ve scared away anyone they’ve ever wanted just by wanting—)

And he says it; into their ear: “I love you.”  And his voice is wrecked but he still manages to make it sound like a prison sentence.  “I love you.  I have you, I have you, you can—”

They score a punishing red line down his scarred bicep with one cursed hand, gripping his hair with the other to wrench him away, to make him look them in the face.  He groans low in his chest, eyelashes fluttering—a true masochist—but his gaze meets their own with intent.  He pauses, pulses inside of them but doesn’t come.

“Maybe I have you.”  They spit viciously, though they don’t think they do.

He’s immune to their poisonous tone like he’s immune to their curse.

But they’re weak to whatever he is.  To his soft retaliation.

They try to tug their hands away from his reaching grasp, but he doesn’t even acknowledge their resistance.  He laces his fingers with theirs, saccharine sweet, pressing the backs of their palms into the mattress.

“I’m glad,” he says tenderly.  Affectionate like he has the right, like he’s anything more or less than the worst decision they’ve ever made.  “I want to be yours.”

His absinthe green eyes seem to peer right through them.  

“And you're mine, too…aren't you…?”

The only difference between Leander and the Senobium is the uniforms.

They wonder at the fact that they listened to Vere, believed him wholeheartedly, and still did this.

[scopostims]

absinthe (source) :•]

[ID from alt: A 3x3 GIF set of absinthe being prepared.

GIF 1: Absinthe being poured into a cup.

GIF 2: A shot from above the cup of an absinthe spoon being placed atop it.

GIF 3: Light-skinned hands opening a pack of sugar cubes.

GIF 4: A sugar cube being placed atop the absinthe spoon.

GIF 5 (center): The tap of an absinthe dripper being opened, going from a fast drip to a slower, steady drip.

GIF 6: A shot slightly above the cup showing water rhythmically dripping over the sugar cube.

GIF 7: A shot from slightly under the cup showing water rhythmically dripping over the sugar cube.

GIF 8: A view of the lightly-cloudy absinthe inside the cup, rippling with every drip.

GIF 9: The now-cloudy absinthe being stirred with an absinthe spoon.

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[my-52-weeks-with-christie]

Absinthe: Mary Poppins, Bad Science, & Teetotalers

‘A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. The medicine go down. The medicine go down…’ Originally, this ditty sung by MaryPoppins meant to teach her charges how changing their perspective could make any task fun — and as a kid, I lapped Ms. Poppins’ lesson right up. Not long after, my folks skewed the song’s meaning to a more literal interpretation, i.e., taking actual medicine. (Without…

[blujayonthewing]

adhd adventuring researching spirits for nerd reasons, finding that a number of closely related anise-based spirits are traditional to the mediterranean and middle east; thinkin about how in tes lore moonsugar is a regular part of the traditional khajiiti diet but apparently skooma was invented by dunmer and combines a spirit distilled from moonsugar with nightshade, which is a poison; thinkin about how the thing that sets absinthe apart and gives it its (false) reputation as psychoactive is the addition of wormwood, which is a poison

[pups-2-dust]

I love having people feed me like a horse. There's not enough people i trust to let see me like that but - actually now that I think about it only my roommate and like two other people have played along with that bit and my roommate is the only one that I still talk to.

[anikafreeman]

Cocktail - Soursinth Great and tasteful chilled drink for the spirits, made with absinthe and sour mix.

[engageandcreate]

Drinks Recipe

Excellent and aesthetically pleasing absinthe and sour mix-based chilled beverage for the spirits.

[askwhatsforlunch]

The Modern

The Modern, which is still thoroughly so, was born in the 1900s! It remains a deliciously refreshing and beautiful cocktail, the heart notes delectably lingering on your palate! A most delightful way to begin the weekend! Happy Saturday!

Ingredients (serves 1):

1 teaspoon caster sugar

1 1/2 lemons

45 millilitres/1 1/2 fluid ounces (3 tablespoons) good Aged Single Malt Whisky (like India's Amrut)

45 millilitres/1 1/2 fluid ounces (3 tablespoons) sloe or Damson Gin

2 dashes orange bitters

1/4 teaspoon absinthe

8 ice cubes

a maraschino cherry, for garnish (optional)

Spoon caster sugar in a shaker. Thoroughly squeeze in the juice of the lemons, stirring until sugar is completely dissolved.

Add Whisky, Damson Gin, orange bitters and absinthe.

Fill the shaker with ice cubes, close tightly and shake energetically until thoroughly chilled.

Strain into a coupe glass, and garnish with maraschino cherry, if desired.

Enjoy The Modern immediately. Cheers!

[joeysilva]

Cocktail - Bohemian-Style Absinthe Cocktail Create an absinthe cocktail in the bohemian style popular in New Orleans.

[frenchy-and-stupid-sim]

Bohemian-Style Absinthe Cocktail Make a Bohemian-style absinthe cocktail, just like they make 'em in New Orleans.

[celepeace]

I think if someone were to ask what kind of alcohol I liked I could accurately paint them a picture by telling them about a month ago when I tried a taste of absinthe at a brewery, which felt like a brutal punch to the face made of pure anise and licorice, and was so absolutely fascinated by it I proceeded to buy a $50 bottle of it with no hesitation

[pory-z]

when my favorite bar closed the owner told me he'd keep the red lilith for me since it's my favourite absinthe and i finally got to pick it up + buy a fountain for DIRT CHEAP (absinthe related stuff is SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE) + 2 sugar spoons for free

this is legit the highlight of my week/month/year i haven't been this happy in a while

[scopostims]

[ID from alt: The first two GIFs show water being poured over a sugar cube into a cup of absinthe, and the third shows the cloudy, light green absinthe being stirred with an absinthe spoon. End ID]

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