The threshold is the Atlantic Ocean!

So, I was hanging out with Paul and Jeannette the other day and at one point, Paul disappeared for a few minutes, only to return with a mason jar of murky liquid. Trusting his hosting abilities, I didn't pay it much mind until he set a shot glass full of the stuff and a coke in front of me. "Absinthe," he says, "made it myself." It tasted awful. And it's potent. Simply wormwood chips pickled in Everclear. Three shots and we were sloshed. No noticable hallucinogenic effects...only a playful kick of wibbly-wobbly brainwaves. Perhaps further exploration still to come...