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the stuff i had was ordered from europe by a good friend. i was about 15 at the time, so i wasnt as interested in the brand as much as i was about drinking it.
i'll describe the taste as licorice and gasoline.
when the stuff kicked in my body felt almost the same as it does when i eat the local psilocybin mushrooms. other than that it was the same as just being hammered. fun stuff i suppose. nothing i could see myself drinking as regularly as whiskey though.
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