The
mouthwash I buy is 26.5% alcohol or something like that (no I don't drink it).
That'd cause the US young adults(???) to have conniption fits. I remember drinking significant amounts of Wild Turkey (101-proof) bourbon and Bacardi (151-proof) rum before I grew my first taste bud (lol). Then there was the Owens (190-proof) "Industrial Grain Alcohol" and grape juice concoctions. I once got asked, "Hey, are you going to
drink that?" when buying a bottle. Replied with, "Hey, is this a
liquor store?" When I was 17 I had a heavy beard and looked ~ten years older, but might have been a wee bit immature and was definitely 99.995% smart@ss. Now, of course, I'm no longer...
17 . Jury is still out on the rest.
I heard the "medicinal-grade" alcohol was pretty expensive, although I don't remember specifics.
I just had a look at the Wikipedia article on alcoholic drinks in Sweden. When I was young and stupid, I'd have had trouble fitting in to that culture. Now that I am older and slightly less stupid, I'd look at it as a good thing. Do some bars actually limit alcohol sales to people aged 27 and older? I got a kick out of the mention of how, before 1978, places were required to serve warm food with alcohol - and that regulars who were known to not eat the stuff were often served food that had already been served to other customers, LMAO (I think we accidentally bought some hot dogs like that, once, but that place didn't sell alcohol, just sh!tty food).
In general, I'm a fan of letting people do whatever the <BLEEP> they want, and let God and Darwin sort it out. But with alcohol... not so much.
Way too much potential for someone's own stupidity harming other people with that one. So most of the country's laws on alcohol probably wouldn't bother me much, if at all. I wouldn't hassle the moonshiners in the country for distilling their own product, though, unless it turned out that they were selling "more than they could carry under one arm to their neighbor's hosue," lol, then I might fine them or something. I'd be a hypocrite if I dispatched teams of ax-wielding government agents, however; that's how my great grandmother ended up doing a stint in jail
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Oops, looks like I've been rambling again. . . .