I have never had it, but your condition reminds of the time that Mr. Babe had some home-brewed Apple Jack at a friend's house. He smoked at the time, and when I spoke to him on the phone he was trying to light a cigarette. He dropped the cigarette, and said, S**t, hold on. I dropped my cigarette. Then, when he bent down to get it, he dropped his lighter and said, S**t, now I dropped my lighter. Hold on. He then retrieved his lighter, only to drop his cigarette again, which prompted another, S**t, hold on. I'm pretty sure that this particular game could've lasted all night if someone hadn't taken pity on him and lit it for him.