In the recording studio at two o'clock in the morning, the monitor speakers emitted a very slight electric noise, like some kind of creature breathing slowly in the dark. I had just finished slicing a section of Bassline, and I rubbed my knuckles between my eyebrows - after staring at the waveform for too long, it seemed that the jagged peaks were still beating on my retina.
In the tulip cup at hand, the emerald-colored wine was glowing with a milky white turbidity. La Fée Verte, absinthe, perfectly matches her code name. After shaking the cup, Erin watched the suspended essential oil rolling in the traces of ice water flowing through it. The scent of fennel and star anise came up, mixed with the faint rosin from the recording studio and the unique metallic smell of electronic equipment. Those academic descriptions of the "louche effect" in the WSET Level 4 examination have now become a kind of private midnight ritual.
