I once finished a whole pint of scotch on the steps of the Singapore Hard Rock Cafe. I had picked it up for my room and went to the Hard Rock to get something to eat and a tea shirt for a gal at work who collected them. At that time (late 90s) you were still allowed to smoke indoors, don't know when the laws changed. On exiting, the stone steps were slippery and worn and down I went on my backpack. I smelled like scotch without the effects.