Little story about old alcohol.
My mom came from a wealthy 'society' family. My great grandfather was one of the founding members of the Toronto Stock Exchange for instance.
Anyway, after everybody passed away the family was going through their possessions like rabid wolves (lol!). My brother was exploring the basement when he stumbled upon the wine cellar. It was obvious nobody had been in there for decades. It was full of old bottles, many were hand-blown glass. Much of it was Bacardi Rum bottled in the late 1800's.
My dad was alcoholic and my mom tried to hide it. He found it. My mom managed to save 3 bottles, one for each of the kids to be opened on a special occasion. My sister opened hers on her wedding day. My brother opened his on his wedding day. Mine, somehow, disappeared for all eternity.
Dad eventually passed away from complications from a lifetime of drinking. Many of the bottles were auctioned off, empty.