The wierdest liquor store I have ever been in was in Fall River, MA. We went into what looked like a corner convenience store looking for beer, but discovered a large selection of Portuguese wines and spirits, in addition to expected brands. What made it wierd were the many Portuguese off-brands labelled with quotation marks, e.g. "Rum." We bought "Anisette" and "Rum" and they lived up to their names. Oddly
like rum and anisette, but. . . one wonders what the heck they were. Grain alcohol with flavoring? Yikes!
Also, (years ago) my uncle Jack used to swear by the wine prices in Utah. He claimed that because the state runs the stores they have a policy that the original price of the wine remains on the bottle until it is purchased. A standard order for the stores included some vintages that would rapidly grow in value. In areas where there were few drinkers, and thus, few customers for these high-priced vintages, he could pick up a Chateau Je-Ne-Sais-Quoi for next to nothing.
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.