Fireball

I was sittin around my next door neighbor's BBQ bash last week, chatting with the other neighbor folk (seems the MILF next door enjoys the company of her fellow cul-de-sac dwellers. It's a good thing, really....)... when out came the bottle of Fireball Whiskey.
Yeah.
"Do you drink?"
I'm a bourbon drinker, actually...
"Tried this one yet?"
Nope.
Looking at the bottle, the label claims it is Canadian whiskey infused with cinnamon... 'tastes like heaven, burns as hell'...
"Wanna try some?"
(heh, that's a dumb question)
Sure, I'll give it a try...

They poured, I swirled.
It smelt like Red Hots candy. Very heavy on the cinnamon, no scent of an actual whiskey presence at all. Canadian Whiskey can be that way, though... a weak sauce. I wasn't expecting much in the 'whiskey' sense.
(Straight up!: 'Canadian Whiskey' is just a bargain version of 'Scotch'. Or a bargain version of 'Bourbon'. It's weak. No character of it's own, unless lacking character is character, itself. There. I said it.)

In the mouth: Smooth, really smooth... in the whiskey sense, yet...
WOW! this shit is HOT!
It rocked my mouth like a straight tablespoon of Sriracha Sauce.
Whew...
HOT!
Then it was gone.
Quite the eye-opening pick me up.
I wanted another (yeah, I got it...)

I can see how this would be an addictive elixir that would soon (enough) lose it's punch with me.
It's worth a try.
Go ahead and do it.
Just don't do it often, lest it be wasted.