The sky is purple, the flare of a match behind a cupped hand is gold; the liquor is green, bright green, made from a thousand herbs, made from altars. Those who know enough to drink Chartreuse at Mardi Gras are lucky, because the distilled essence of the town burns in their bellies. Chartreuse glows in the dark, and if you drink enough of it, your eyes will turn bright green.
Poppy Z. Brite, Lost Souls
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Chartreuse
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My teen years were fueled by that book....
I miss her horror days...
I was convinced Chartreuse was a fictional drink. I'll never forget the day i found it in a State Store. I've owned a bottle ever since. Hard stuff to drink, so I've only gone through two bottles...
I've never tried it. That book totally made me want to though. I kinda want to read it now, too bad I lent it out and never got it back...
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