The Devil's Concoction

I have decided that Goldschlager is the devil in a bottle. I don't drink it, I find it quite repulsive, but last night I had *1* shot of the vile syrup. Those aren't gold flakes in the bottle, they are tiny shards of glass, which will slice and dice your intestinal track, and make you pray for death's sweet mercy. Lesson learned, and I figured I'd pass it on to you, perhaps I can spare someone the pain of the gold-flaked bottle.