Home made plum brandy on a very cold night in a village in Romanian mountains.
Long day, hard work, hosts wanted to really look after us. It was a 'church' organisation we were with and I was only one who 'drank', the other 2 guys certainly wouldn't touch 'spirits'. So I was sureptitously passed thier shots to down to avoid offense to host.
TBH he must have noticed but seemed happy. After meal he got out a 'special bottle', the sort that comes out for christenings, weddings, funerals and visiting relief/development workers who work hard and seem game for it :yikes:
by that time I was well warmed up , no sense of taste or common sense ...... apparently at some point I tried teaching him a 'hymn' about the Good Ship Venus ?!
Very little recollection of the following day but I'm told I was a bit rough and sensitive