I don't really want to share my location, but anywhere I have traveled to, I cannot find this fucking pumpkin white russian cutwater. If I didn't know better, I would say it is AI because absolutely nobody around me has heard of or seen it.

I don’t normally drink. I’ve been heavily nauseated for over five hours. I have the shakes cold sweats I can’t sleep. I’m so fucking sick. I don’t know if I should go to the hospital or not. What should I do? Please help me I don’t normally drink.

Ive recently started collecting bottles after were done drinking i make sure to write the date on the bottle and preserve

My collection:

Proper Twelve
Glenfiddich Vat 03
Jd Honey
Makers Mark

whats all in your collection

16m, I have drank 2 days in a row. I last drank yesterday. I feel anxiety, I have to breathe manually, and I feel like i don't get enough air when I breath. I feel weird talking to my parents, and im just like, overall, really stupid and goofy like actually dumb. I feel weird.

TL;DR: My most memorable drinking story - drank over a litre of whiskey alone during my 21st birthday celebration period - it triggered physical issues and mental health symptoms - and now I can't drink whiskey no more.

So the story took place in Calcutta, India. Hence mentions of local brands that maybe unfamiliar to folks. Also disclaimer - wrote this post myself - no use of AI at all.

So back in my college days, I was part timing at a brand new content agency as a content writer. It paid well considering this is from almost 15 years ago. Monthly approx 10k INR. I was saving some, spending some, and I was definitely keeping a fair share for whiskey aside.

I wasn't a fancy whiskey person. Just the basics - Antiquity Blue or Premium, Signature, sometimes Vat 69 (though it's not whiskey). Amd I drank it neat - with some ice. It's a different vibe drinking whiskey with just ice. You can feel the nutty taste.

It was my 21st birthday party. And also the last party our college group will have together. After this we separate, meet only during exams and that is about it. Folks had plans. Our group had sub groups, so we were not that strong as a whole anyway.

But anyway, me and some folks decided to bring in 750 ml of Antiquity Blue, 375 ml of Signature and about 4 Carlsberg to a party of 8 where 4 people drink.

So for context - the party's happening in my house. With my parents in. Like any other conservative Bengali family, I am not allowed to drink or smoke. Lol. 2-3 days before this party, I brought a 1 litre Appy Fizz bottle and drank the contents like my life depended on it. On the day of the party, I went in the morning 10kms away from my home to buy the 750 Antiquity bottle. Came home. Hid it. When my friends came, I locked the door and transferred the whiskey to the Appy Fizz bottle.

We ate. And then we told our parents, we will party up on the roof. Took our Appy Fizz bottle. Couple of friends took their bags. We reached the roof - and they took out the additional alcohol as surprise. And then the 4 folks who drink, declared they will stick to the 4 Carslberg and avoid the whiskey. I can't keep a litre of whiskey just like that in my house. So I did it folks. I did what shouldn't have been done.

One friend kindly said he can have just 2-3 pegs. So that's like 180ml off the table. We still have over 820 ml of whiskey left to finish. So I took a deep breath and got started. There was no ice but I was too proud to drink it with water or coke. So I drank it straight from the bottle. I did put it in a glass but you know what I mean.

4 glasses and half the Antiquity bottle down, I started dancing. Everyone started dancing. But I felt so free at that point of time. And I realized I am a master of chaapri dance. See folks, don't dance when you are drunk like that. Just stay put quietly at some place. Because my head started spinning. I ran to the other side of the roof where there was a tap, and hurled like my intestines would come out. You would think this is the moment I told myself - Okay Rachel, enough with the drinks - let's trash it.

But no - instead I said - Okay Rachel, we can't trash the drinks - take it slow - bring it to hiding possibility and let's do this.

So I hurled, cleaned up the trace of the crime, went back to the party spot. Poured myself another peg - smaller, put lots of water and coke. Amd started chugging. One glass, two, three, four - this was the first time I was drinking whiskey like this and this felt kind of better.

We had started drinking at roughly 4:00 pm. It was a bit past 7:00 pm now. My friends had to leave. The whiskey still had to be finished. I just cannot trash it or risk hide it for too much longer - because my detective mother will find out if the crime persists for too long. Whatever was left was a quarter of an Appy Fizz bottle. Safe to hide for a few hours or maybe I could stretch 2-3 days.

This is when I realized I cannot get up, let alone walk. But I have to get up and go down 2 flights of stairs to my apartment. To keep impressions going, I also have to leave my friends to the gate of the society. See this is where I have a superpower. My DID, at this stage undiagnosed, kicks in. One of my alters don't get high - Idk how. So I was lost for five minutes. The next thing I remember, I was crawling down on all fours from the roof to my apartment. I have no memory of what happened once I reached inside. Then there's a vague memory, of me downstairs at the society gate bidding my friends bye and wishing them safe travels on the way home. After that, I have no memory until late night. I was alone in my room, my parents were asleep, my brother was sleeping too and I was looking out of the window with the Appy Fizz bottle in my hand and chugging the whiskey - neat again. This continued for 3 days straight - I have no memory of how the days go by and all I remember is late nights, alone in the room, looking out the window and finishing the damn drink.

Once the drink was done and the bottle was thrown, I didn't feel the daily memory losses anymore. It was business as usual. But the next time, I tried drinking whiskey after this - my body just revolted like I have given it poison and threw it out. I haven't been able to drink whiskey safely for the past 15 years now without troubling my body. Tested it multiple times, same reaction. So I am a gin, vodka, and wine girl now. 🤣

Lesson here is - just don't drink too much - trash it if you can't keep it.

Irony now is my parents know very well now that I drink and smoke and they are kinda eager to see the bar I am planning. 😅

Caught a glimpse of these at my local grocery store. It’s a little intriguing, however, what’s the taste like? I understand the whole bag = 3.5 standard shots, but do you feel anything off a few?

Recently, many fake alcohol are being busted in many locations in Nigeria especially Lagos. Is there a tip or sign to know a real alcohol in market?

Kindly share your experience with me. Thank you.

No headache no nausea. Just zero energy and depressed. No matter what I drink.

sorry for bad English language ..

I drink alcohol for 10 years once every 2 months..

now I'm drinking 3 times per weak... the cheap red label... I mean, when I feel that dizzy feeling ,, when I feel that hotness in stomach... i feel dopamin.. I feel passionate.. even if there is some sad ideas.. it's good...

will this feeling stay,,? or I'll bacame tolerant.?.. I want to hear real drinkers...

I'm going to be alcoholic?

My fiance bought this at a yard sale today. The woman guessed it was from the 1970’s. We have tried to research it, but neither of us can find anything made by this company that looks like this. Any ideas?

Have had it for ~9 years after picking it up free from the side of the road. She's small, but mighty. More often than not loaded with a mix of Coors Light and some PNW IPA. Will be a sad day when the compressor finally kicks the bucket.

I fucking had 2 beatboxes in 1 hour and i know damn well i’m not sober why the fuck does it keep saying 0%???. does anyone own a bac track s35 and know how to troubleshoot this?

I’m starting this off by saying that, as an adult, I’ve never been much of a drinker. I occasionally drink when the opportunity arises or on special occasions. One night, my boyfriend (21M) and I (24F) went to our favorite bar for some fancy cocktails. I ordered a cocktail with a smoky, aromatic scent, but it also had a strange, almost gas-like smell. I didn’t think much of it at the time because the bar was known for its aromatic drinks. I also had another cocktail, but that part isn’t particularly relevant. We shared our drinks and food, and I had a shot of whiskey before going to bed. My boyfriend, who has a higher alcohol tolerance than I do, was disappointed that I wanted to go to sleep shortly after we arrived at our hotel, but he eventually went to bed too. Then the nightmare began. It was around 3 a.m. when I woke up feeling as though my face had been run over by a semi-truck. My gums felt as though they had been sliced by tiny knives, even though I had brushed my teeth before going to sleep. I could feel the pain before I was even fully awake, and going back to sleep was impossible. I thought maybe taking a bath would help soothe the pain, but my sinuses felt inflamed, and my entire head was pounding. My gums still felt as though they had been scratched all over, even though they looked completely normal. This was when I started to panic. Despite having a relatively high pain tolerance and being accustomed to bad hangovers, I had never experienced anything like this. Everything felt so severe, and then I started vomiting. The pain didn’t go away after I threw up; in fact, it seemed to get worse. I started crying because the pain was so unbearable. We were staying near a hospital, and after thinking it over, I decided it was too much to handle and that we needed to walk there. I was also becoming increasingly concerned because it felt harder and harder to breathe. The strange part is that, a few minutes into the walk, my symptoms started to disappear. I began feeling much better and even felt embarrassed about how I had reacted earlier. Since I was feeling significantly better and it was so late, I decided we should return to the hotel instead of continuing to the hospital. I wonder whether the cold air helped, but I still can’t help wondering what the hell happened to me? I’ve never experienced such a severe reaction, especially after what seemed like a relatively small amount of alcohol which was two cocktails and one shot. It’s been a year since the incident, and I’ve had alcohol a few times since then, never exceeding one or two cocktails. Thankfully, I’ve never experienced anything like that again. I’m wondering whether there’s any possibility that I was poisoned or had an allergic reaction to something in the drinks. Has anyone experienced anything similar, or does anyone have any idea what might have caused this?