"A sort of Satanic emulsion of methylated spirits and Benylin"

A Times article about the beverage that Glaswegians consider the ambrosia of the gods, Buckfast.

The article's author Jane MacQuitty fails to understand its charms, though - "One sniff of Buckie’s evil, brown, 15 per cent alcohol 'wine', reeking and then tasting of burnt raisins, old coffee dregs and black toffee, and it was clear that even the bottle stall at the church fête would not take this one".

I'm sure Mogwai would disagree with that assessment.

(Thanks to Smacked Face for the link.)