Seeing that pic as well as talking about cheap buzzes reminds me of this very wealthy lady I used to bartend for. Her husband and her came from very poor upbringings, and made their fortune. So whenever she had a party at her house, she would have good alcohol for everyone, including nice wines -- but she always had a bottle of Mad Dog in the back for me to pour for her. She said she grew up drinking this, and that she was just used to the taste. And that is all she would drink. So all of her guests were getting drunk off her good stuff -- and she kept the bad stuff for herself. Great lady -- and she had some wonderful stories.