My brother and I found a bottle of Galliano and Creme 'de Menthe in our grandparent's basement when we were in our early teens. I was about 14, he about 11.
Every time we traveled to Boston with my folks, we'd sneak downstairs and have a few snorts. It's amazing we never got caught, and of all things to drink.....yuck.
Very Italian Roman Catholic G'parents...if we'd been caught, I'd have been crucified in the yard for leading my younger brother astray.
We eventually buried the empty bottles in the back yard behind their garage...they're probably still there.
"... And miles to go before I sleep".
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