When I was drinking, my favorite martini was Bacardi 151. They don’t make it anymore, because the 151 is the proof. Meaning it’s 75.5% alcohol by volume.

What people were doing was taking the 151, pouring it in a glass, setting it on fire, and then drinking it while it was still on fire.

Well, it’s liquid. It spills easily, even little droplets. And it’s on fire. So these drunk people in their early 20s were setting themselves on fire. The drink would spill onto their shirt, and now their shirt is on fire.

On top of that, the fact that it was so strong was something young people weren’t expecting at the time.

So they’d drink it, with the same expectency of it being like jack danials, or skyy vodka. It’s a little less than twice as strong as those. And it burns like fire going down. Even without literal fire. And then after a few drinks of that they don’t have a nice buzz like they thought. They have a full on blackout drunk where they aren’t in control of themselves AT ALL.

That was my cocktail of choice 20+ years ago. Just a glass, pour in the 151, and that’s the drink. Your “chaser” is that you lick a pussy riiiiiight after. I’ve been told it’s a weird sensation. Like a warming and tingle on the clit, as it’s being licked.