A piece of history. Absinthe history. One of the finest brands during the Belle Epoque - Edouard Pernod. Thanks to Jim Francis I had the chance to sample this one and I can say that I enjoyed every single second of it.
A hot summer night with just the slightest wind, flowers in bloom in the garden and all is quiet. The perfect time and place to enjoy a gem like this. It goes without saying that the thoughts and mind wanders off to what it would have been, being there, almost 100 years ago. Maybe sitting in a quiet garden a summer evening sipping on a glass of Edouard.
It's not only the flowers that are in bloom though. The Edouard presents an aroma so rich and complex that it borders to overwhelming. It doesn't present the optimal floral smooth boquet as the Berger but it's very close. Everything in the glass is in harmony and though it's been nearly a century since it was bottled it's just wonderful. I sit and watch it for a while then slowly drip iced water into the glass. I let it take its time, it's wonderful to watch the thick milky louche rise from the bottom of the glass, forming strange cloudy patterns in the drink only to suddenly completely louche and again, all is still.
The aroma of the Edouard once louched is just as perfect. There isn't one single smell or taste that overpowers any of the others. Slowly drinking it, trying not to analyze it too much but instead just enjoy it - and it's a pure pleasure. I am honored to have had this glass, and I still have enough left for another. I'll save that for a very rainy day. Good old Edouard knows how to cheer me up.