So I grew up in a country where alcohol is legal from age 16 and parents often allow a drink to their kids even earlier (I’ve seen 12 year olds with their non-trash parents at a beer tent with a beer-lemonade-mix. Bavarian people man).
So one evening my mom gave me a small glass of champagne and somehow put a small shot of vodka inside. I was probably 15.
The next day I woke up at 9:30 am, as early as never on a weekend, feeling well rested, and my chronic headache was gone. I was flabbergasted. My mom was flabbergasted.
Needless to say that memory of a perfect morning might have partly fueled my alcohol problem later on
Wait what? Really? I didn’t know they worked that way. I ended up biting tiny pieces off and chewing them (often together with a normal gum) because I couldn’t handle their strength.