It’s the fusel alcohols from complex blended whiskies that poison your mood while drinking.
It’s just plain old ethanol that makes you feel bad tomorrow morning.
The word Fusel [ˈfuːzl̩] is German for "bad liquor".[2]
Oh, those who remember “The Brady Bill” might remember when they tried to impose a Federal Maximum of 1000 rounds per household or exceed that and you had to register as an “Arsenal” and pay an annual tax and be subject to unscheduled inspections.
Whatever happened to what the market will bear?
“And so it is that the "long run" is very soon a-coming, and the harmful effects of government intervention are far more durable than those that are sustained by encouraging the unhampered free market to work out its own destiny.”
― William F...