Apparently all dark alcoholic beverages contain large quantities of something called congeners. That sounds harmless doesn't it? Sounds like an instruction to place our hands on the hips of the person in front of us and start meandering around the room with gusto, swinging our own hips to the tune of whatever is playing. I suppose the two are not worlds apart: the imbibing of one undoubtedly sets off a course of events that leads the other.
If that weren't enough, enter the acetaldehydes. Toxic. Suck on a car exhaust while bathing in embalming fluid kind of toxic. The acetaldehydes mess with your brain, and also increase the risk of contracting cirrhosis of the liver, multiple forms of cancer, and alcoholism.
Well, I'm glad my wasted day has an official name. Sounds more scientific than the more socially recognisable hangover which seems far too crass after a night of drinking quality Beaujolais.
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