“Mankind, which in Homer’s time was an object of contemplation for the Olympian gods, now is one for itself. Its self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.” — Walter Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction”

A drink that waited a month to go live—I could blame my procrastination on the wedding or Tales or any number of things but this cocktail—or more to the point, its namesake—is a bit intimidating to write about.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?