I've been given a glass of raki to finish my meal. It's the local spirit. The last time I tasted anything like this was 40 years ago when some Irish labourers gave me a swig of their poteen from a lemonade bottle. It tastes like its 95% alcohol. It's quite horrible, like something you would clear the drains with or strip paint. I've had to drink it, and smile, because the taverna owner thought he was giving me a special treat.