absinthal

It’s only natural in a dreamy season such as this that we should often drift off, guiltlessly slipping from our dog-eared books and well-worn chairs into visions stuffed with ripened sugarplums and bathed in the heady vapors of simmering wassail, into noontime reveries visited by the spicy embrace of fresh-baking gingerbread and the pleasantly absinthal greeting of a pinch of newly ground clove atop a pool of warm cocoa.