Sambuca.
There was an incident, two decades ago, involving me embarrassing myself in a fancy restaurant. All over my leather bomber jacket. Then there was another incident, resulting in my husband waking up and groggily asking me, "Why does my finger hurt so much?" Since I no longer drank Sambuca, I was able to solve the mystery. "Because I watched you and your friend order Sambuca shots, dip your fingers in, light them on fire, down the shots and blow out your fingers? Twice?"
Sambuca is evil.
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