This time last night I was bracing my unconscious for one hell of a ride after snacking on an absinthe spiced bar of dark chocolate. I was hoping. I really was hoping. Nothing happened. Probably predictable given that there was no more than a breath of absinthe in there. But I did wonder whether the doors to some sort of perception might have cracked ajar; they did n't. Nothing did. Just a headache in the morning as the fallout from eating chocolate late at night. That, and an aniseed flavoured tongue.