My mum used to drink Gold Label Barley Wine, made at the Whitbread Lady's Bridge brewery and sold in 1/3rd pint bottles - 11? proof. Evil stuff, but I used to love the smell rolling down the Wicker. The pub next door was the only one in Britain where they sold it on tap, piped straight through the wall (maximum two pints per person if I recall), but pubs on the Wicker were somewhat medieval, even in 1986, so we hardly ever went unless we actually wanted trouble from 70 year-old hags-with-fags. We accidentally discovered that if you got a pint of Wards, drank 1/3rd and then replaced it with a bottle of Barley Wine, you got far more pissed than two pints of Wards. That was about as complicated a maths problem as I could solve in that context. A few shrooms would steady the cue hand if a game of pool was happening. Even Rebels let us in too, and yes, bottles of Newcy Brown were de facto.
Luckily I stopped drinking many years ago, which is probably why I'm still here