Reminds me of a funny story, where I was the main character…..
During High School, circa 1980, I worked in an Italian Restaurant in Cleveland. I, like many of my friends at the time, though it was cool to have a beer or shot of Whiskey from time to time. So I asked a waiter at the restaurant, who of course was 21 y/o, to buy me a bottle of Crown Royal to take on a week long trip to my family's lake home in Northern Michigan. My plan was to sneak the bottle in my suitcase up north to drink it with some Summer-Buddies. Well for whatever reason, the week I was never able to sneak off into the wilderness with my buddies and drink the Crown Royal, so I decided to burry it in the woods for safe keeping until the next Summer. I wrapped the bottle in 2 large black trash bags and taped it up. I then placed it about 2 feet in the ground in an "easy to remember" spot in the woods…. next year I returned to the "exact" spot to find my buried treasure…. only one problem, I couldn't find it…. after digging and refilling about a dozens holes I decided it would be easier to have someone buy me, 17 years old then, another bottle! Funny thing is I haven't had a drink in almost 20 years now! Moral of the story, drink your Crown Royal right when you buy the bottle, don't bury it in the ground!