Vodka. And not just any vodka…
It was referred to as Crazy Milk by the Polish yacht crew who moored alongside us after a race. Their skipper invited me, as a fellow skipper, to join him for a drink following a particularly hard weather race.
Crammed in the saloon of their boat, they produced several bottles of unlabelled Polish vodka and a few tins of this stuff of which you are referring too. I have no idea how much we consumed, but I recall waking up on the deck of my boat one morning. We were berthed in Amsterdam and my recollections are varied, including flying pizza’s.
Don’t really like the milk now.