On a class trip to Tallinn, me and my mates bought a couple of flasks of 80% Absinthe that we drank on the ride home. I don't remember much of that boat ride except for all the rage(we mixed alcohol and drugs). It was glorious!
A couple of midsummers ago, my great uncle had me drink his 90% home-brewed moonshine spices with St. John's wort. I got smashed early, but he finished off the bottle, then the old bastard brought out the scotch and expected me to join in(In my family, you're not a man until you can drink with the elders). My memory of that night is fuzzy, but I do remember a lot of vomit and punching my moms cousin in the face.