Looks tasty.
When I was travelling through Timor, many years ago now, I visited a place called Oekusi, an enclave of East Timor on the north coast of West Timor. As my friend and I were walking along the street, we were accosted by a short, very muscular man wearing camouflage army fatigues. He turned out to be the commandant of the local Indonesian military hospital and he invited us to dinner and ordered two of his nurses to lend us their motor scooters so that we could do some sightseeing before dinner. His parting words were "Bring some alcohol!"
So, as we were puttering about the coast near the township, we kept an eye out for somewhere that might sell alcohol. Stopping off at a local shop, we asked the shopkeeper whether he had anything to drink that wasn't arak (arak was the local moonshine, distilled from palm sap or coconuts. It tasted like a cross between paint stripper and petrol and could cause alcohol poisoning). He brought down a brown bottle from behind the counter with a label that said something like "Captain Ahab's Whiskey".
I turned it over and looked at the back. The ingredients list read, simply: Alcohol. Whisky flavouring.
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