Ah, I dodged a (figurative) bullet years ago when I landed in BLR. I'd overnighted in London and bought two bottles of extraordinary whisky from DH's and my favorite shop there. Bag was marked with an X. A young man who worked there spotted the X and said my bag would need to be inspected. Uh-oh. I resolved to pay whatever duty the imposed rather than leave the whisky. I took it off the belt and another, more authoritative guy was hovering nearby. I said, "This young man says I need to have my bag inspected". He waved me on with no inspection. Huge sigh of relief. I'd always joked that when DH picked me up from trips to India he was more anxious about the safe arrival of the whisky than my arrival!