My neighbor across the street (she's from York, England and her husband, now deceased, was from Haiti) moved last year to Austin to be closer to grandkids and the night before she left she gave DH and I the last of her liquor bottles. They were interesting--not your standard Myers or Jack Daniels. There was a particular Scottish liqueur that I wish I had written down the name of. I'll never remember what it was now, but I really liked it at the time.
I have no stockpile of alcohol in my house. If I feel like wine, or if company is coming, I'll run out and get some.