A MAJOR release from the Emile Pernot distillery, not to be missed!
Absinthe Berthe de Joux is an original absinthe formulated and crafted entirely by Dominique Rousselet, Emile Pernot's master distiller, with a rich fragrance of mountain herbs combined with an elegant refinement reminding one of the greatest absinthes of the 19th century.
Berthe de Joux is carefully distilled using a wine alcohol base for its silky and fruity notes, green anise for its spicy quality, fennel for its rich mouth-feel, Pontarlier wormwood for its aromatic power, together with a secret selection other herbs. The result is at the same time spicy, herbaceous, fresh, peppery and extremely complex.
The name Berthe de Joux pays hommage to the magnificent medieval Chateau de Joux which directly overlooks the Emile Pernot distillery, but more specifically to Berthe, the young - and if the medieval chroniclers are to be believed - smokin' hot wife of Amauri III de Joux, who ruled in the late 12 century. While trusting Amauri was away on the Crusades, lonely Berthe fell for the chiselled good looks of Amey de Montfaucon, a young knight who oh-so-conveniently arrived at the Chateau to have some trifling wounds tended. Let's just say that within a short time, he was feeling much, MUCH better. As you've no doubt already guessed, this ended badly for all concerned: Amauri arrived home early from an exhausting day slaughtering unbelievers, found his wife in bed with Amey, and rather than, as one might have hoped, sitting down and having a meaningful talk about the future of their relationship, instead impaled Amey three times with his sword, and hung his body from a gibbet over the castle walls. Poor Berthe was imprisoned, naked and in chains, in a tiny dungeon, accessed only by a small peephole, presumably so that Amauri could periodically drop by and hiss "that'll teach you". When Amauri eventually died, their son, Henri de Joux, in a "the very least you could do" gesture, had his mother freed and transferred to the neary Abbey of Montbenoît, where she lived out her days in prayer and repentence, with, one hopes, still a faint twinkle in her eye.