For a while there, new and less potent forms of absinth were the latest chic aperitif. Their popularity seems to have waned. I don’t especially wonder why.
Let me refer you to paintings by Manet and Degas before you start drinking the stuff. Dating from 1860 and 1876, they’re both called Absinth Drinker. Manet’s imbiber is a man, Degas’s a woman; both are wrecks! (They look half-blind and mad.)
Yet when I lived in France in the 1970s to drink illicit absinth was a right of passage.