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Good evening, ~nsilvestri! I'm also a fairly new absinthe aficionado. My understanding is that the fire is a modern gimmick, and is actually harmful to the flavor (and alcohol content). The sugar thing is simple... it's fun with special equipment, but you can do it without. Measure a shot of absinthe into your glass, put a regular slotted spoon over the glass, and put the sugar cube on the spoon. Fill a carafe with ice-water, and drip it slowly over the sugar cube until it melts into the drink, and keep dripping water until the absinthe is completely cloudy and diluted by 3-4 times. The sugar is optional according to your taste, but the water is essential...

What absinthe are you drinking? I've got Lucid, which is a little too anise-forward for me, and St. George, which is perfect, but not as lovely a color.

As for anxiety about death... I don't know. Partly it's different for me because I've lived long enough already, and I can be indifferent to death, neither wishing for it nor fearing it. For someone else, it may or may not help to remember that consciousness is an aberration, that despite the illusion of self-hood, you're really just a physical system that's part of a deterministic universe, an uncanny puppet made of meat. Think about that puppet having existential dread; isn't it ridiculous? The puppet pretending it's not only a person, but a neurotic one. Hopefully, you can have a good laugh at its predicament, while also having some compassion for it being saddled with something as MALIGNANTLY USELESS as consciousness.

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~ns wrote (thread):

It is St. George! The first bottle of absinthe I ever purchased, actually. I haven't tried much else, but I went to a local small-batch distillery and tried their gins and it didn't quite have the complexity of flavor that St. George did, so maybe I spoiled myself from the get-go.

Being a conscious meat puppet is quite the oddity, isn't it? And yet, a conscious meat puppet with loves and hates and desires and fears all the same. And as long as I am a meat puppet, that matters to me, so anxious I will continue to be. I'm still fairly young (in my opinion) and things are going so well for me in life otherwise, so it makes the uncertainty sting a little more.