More good news from New Orleans

The Cod had hoped to be on the way to New Orleans at this very moment, but could not quite pull it off. But some good news, worthy of quoting in detail:

When Prohibition ended in 1933, absinthe could not be imported. So in New Orleans, J. Marion Legendre concocted his own version, without wormwood. The federal government made him take the word “absinthe” off the label. He renamed it Herbsaint. In 1949 he sold it to Sazerac, which tweaked the formula, reducing the proof to 90 from 100. The label also changed. Now, Sazerac has reintroduced Mr. Legendre’s original, with the original label, left. It is a murky chartreuse, not the bright green Herbsaint had become. The flavor is more complex and herbaceous. It also makes a much better Sazerac cocktail.

 That's correct. As Drew Brees is telling his son,* one can now sit on the porch of the Columns, watch the streetcars roll by on St. Charles, and toast the World Champion New Orleans Saints with the same Sazerac that Liebling enjoyed.** It's been a rough few months in Codland, but there are about a dozen reasons to smile in the preceding sentence. And thanks to the aforementioned Penny Pascal for the peerless photoshopping.

 

*I commented on the earmuffs previously, and was berated for being cavalier about hearing loss. However, Cod operative GT confirms the crowd in the stadium in Miami was about half-and-half Saints and Colts partisans, so we are dealing with the noise that 50% of a crowd could make, outdoors, and a pro crowd, no less. The Cod is generally a helmets seatbelts condoms kind of guy, and even wears hearing protection when he mows the lawn, but the Brees earmuffs seem like the kind of Purell-guzzling overparenting so prevalent today. I did see this when I was looking for the snack thing, but still want to know what the DB level was at the game.

**The folks at the Maple St. Book Shop would be delighted to send you a copy, and a Fight The Stupids bumper sticker.