I'm guessing "superlager," is the Euro equivalent of malt liquor.

It would seem so. I was kinda hoping you'd know about this sort of thing actually.

I've never sampled the European version, but I am [ahem] quite versed in the domestic side of the equation. Steel Reserve High Gravity is a particular favorite. Serious blast-off potential. I once bought a 40 of a cherry-falvored malt liquor called Snake Eyes. I pored some in a goblet for a friend. Looked like she was drinking a glass of blood with a head.

I got the worst hangover in my entire life after chugging a Colt 45 and swore off it forever. That lasted about a week. And now I have "Colt 45 malt liquor...it's a dynamite taste" dominating my brain waves.

Olde English 800 is kinda tasty too.

There's a Lithuanian beer called Grand that's 9% alcohol that the local corner stores sell for 99cents per pint-and-a-half bottle. I drank three of those fuckers and a couple of Budweisers one night. Best cheap drunk I ever had, dude.

Olde English 800 is kinda tasty too.

Me and my old buddy Chris polished off a 40 of that shit waiting in line to see the Ramones at the Ritz back in '91. We were in fine moshing shape by the time we entered.

Completely unrelated to this, I bought some stuff in Mexico that has a picture of an agave plant on it, although local legend says it's made out of tree bark. It's in a plastic 960 bottle which is shaped like a honeycomb and cost $1.20. 70 proof. No one has had enough of it to see if one would get drunk before death.

When I was in Brighton Beach (NYC's little odessa) I bought some Ukranian Honey-Pepper Vodka. It actually has chili peppers floating in it. When I did my first shooter I actually gagged. But it grows on ya...

When i visited Portland, ME, a corner store had bottles of a clear concoction whose plain white label said in black block print "PORT WINE."

Even I'm not brave enough.

My third wife's grandfather was from Latvia and gave us a bottle of some native alcohol. I had to drink a toast with him and about spewed. It tasted like kerosene mixed with spleen with a faint hint of crotch sweat. But like you said, the shit grows on you...

At my wop grandparents 60th wedding anniversay, my nonno broke out the grappa late in the evening. When I downed a shot without flinching, he said (for best results imagine this in an Eye-Talian accent thick enough to cut salami) "you are a man!" Then he broke out some lime flavored liquer, some Bosnian herbal concoction and some anissette. Ah, family functions...

I can't top that, but my Okie cousins ran a still for years. My cousin Junior and I found it and tried some mash from the bottom and we flinched. The goats liked it though.

Grappa is the shit.