I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My mind was going numb –
– Emily Dickinson, 1862
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My mind was going numb –
– Emily Dickinson, 1862
So it actually originated in NY, but was not called the Obituary cocktail until the 1940s? Did they merely call it a Martini w/ absinthe in New Orleans before that? Or did it not reach New Orleans until the 1940s?
www.nytimes.com/2025/10/28/d...
So it actually originated in NY, but was not called the Obituary cocktail until the 1940s? Did they merely call it a Martini w/ absinthe in New Orleans before that? Or did it not reach New Orleans until the 1940s?
www.nytimes.com/2025/10/28/d...