Funny story for all here.
Some years ago I lived in flats and downstairs live a true Drunk. This guy would drink anything you gave him.
My younger brother was at the time in Army and based in Germany. Every time he came over on leave he stayed with me and always brought a carload of beer, fags and spirits with him. The spirit was always varied and local to whichever region he’d been in prior to coming over. On one particular occasion, he fetched the roughest bottle of snaps I ever had the misfortune to attempt to drink. God this made petrol from a Coleman stove taste sweet. After one glass each, we agreed that this stuff was foul and undrinkable by man.
To prove the point, we call the drunk up and gave him the bottle. His P**shole eyes lit up like Christmas tree light at the thought of having a litre bottle of snaps all to himself. An hour passed, and there was a knock on the door, and there stood the drunk with the bottle in his hand, which was still over half full. He said “err guys thank for this but I can’t drink it, its to rasping on the throat and lungs for me,” and insisted we have it back.
As we were also somewhat pi**ed, we took pity on him and invited him in for a real drink. Asbach Ulte (spelling?) five star German Brandy. This stuff is like nectar smooth as anything. The cheeky B*****d stayed until the bottle was empty and then left without a bye yer or leave yer.
Never got any more when our kid came home on leave though!