The last time I had one of those, was at a party about a year ago. Some girl coudn't finish her Bacardi O3. So, she gave it to the first strapping young man she could find, which happened to be me. I drank it without hesitation, little did I know that it was nectar of the Gods. As long as the Gods are middle class teenage girls that have Willy Wonka taste buds. To make a long story short, I (ironicaly) had to drink a Keystone to wash the poison out of my mouth.