Bardenheimer's Port. Bottled in St. Louis, an EXCELLENT toilet un-clogger.

The case of Ripple my brother threw into the Potomac -- probably responsible for the decline of the oyster beds and crabbing grounds.

Licorice-flavored vodka -- a failed attempt to make Pernod at home. The entire world's supply rest in the now-filled vault of an old outhouse. If you dug it up it would probably taste better.