My own Granny had a sort of recipe involving a quart of bourbon. I’ve yet to try it. (Sorry for trotting that one out again, folks.)
Actually, her father was an early Texan communist with a high tolerance for the booze and the ladies and an aversion to family life, so Gran was kinda turned off to the drink. For herself, anyway. She married two alcoholics – divorced the first, was widowed by the second.
I believe her first husband’s father was imprisoned for killing a man with a hay hook, but that’s a story for another day.