Korrin smirks a little at the notion of the noble chevalier drinking that stuff on a dare, almost wishing she could have been around for the reaction. "...yeah, that stuff was more or less made with 'the strongest possible drink that probably won't kill you in mind'. It can get even my kind hammered, and most brews do absolutely nothing to us unless we drink a shitload. You want to try it sometime, let me know. Cabot doesn't sell it, but I keep a stash for my own use."

Mostly it's used for really bad days, or to give to people who haven't tried it before so she can watch their amusing reaction.