Absinthe is the emblematic drink of fin-de-siècle Paris: the green liquor that the capital distills, serves and breathes. The Archive counts it among the objects proper to Uchronic Paris, as inseparable from its nights as the gas of its street lamps.
The chronicle of the Time Bandits states that Paris smells of coal and absinthe, and of something beneath them that has no name yet. Under its influence Claude Nauge, a revolutionary by profession and a drunk by vocation, utters the name of Buenos Aires on nights he does not remember afterward.
Open questions
- The records do not clarify whether its virtues are only chemical. A suspicion of magical, perhaps planar, properties is noted.