Sure thing!

When I try the wine in most izakayas, I'm reminded of a story my grandfather told me about an Irish Poteen that he came across in the 1930s...

The dubious brew was called "fixed bayonets" and the landlord explained that it was the only drink in the world that was served with a clothes brush...
"Served with a clothes brush?"
"So you can tidy yourself up after it knocks you down."

I asked my grandfather what it tasted like.... "Something between shoe leather and petrol."