Tuesday morning, I hear a crash in the kitchen. It doesn’t sound too bad, but when I get out there, I discover our youngest cat and spawn from Hell, Festy, knocked over my bottle of Green Chartreuse. A bottle costs about $50 and the thing was about 1/3 full. So the little brat flushed $16 down the toilet. The real horror was, knowing my schedule, I wouldn’t be able to get a new bottle that day.

In other words, no Last Word for me that night. Tragedy of tragedies indeed.

Luckily, that evening, the best bartender in Austin, Lara Nixon just gave me this little bottle she got recently from a trip out to the Chartreuse Monastery. You can’t buy mini bottles like this in the U.S. It’s the cutest thing ever. Most importantly, I got my Last Word that night. Thanks, Lara!

And of course, Señor Misterioso is involved with this intriguing mystery.

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