In my early 20's I discovered Jager and loved it, until one fateful halloween night at a party. Someone started passing weed around and I got high after I was already drunk off the Jager and a shitload of natt, and I felt like such shit. I spent at least an hour in constant torture, trying to maintain consciousness and not throw up at the same time. I should had gone to the toilet and let it go, but for some reason I didn't want to and it was a fucking terrible struggle. Never had the desire to drink Jager since. Plus I had to drive home from the next county after that. FUCK.
I can't do cinnamon anymore either. About 3 years ago I went to a Haloween party (see a trend here?) and brought a shitload of fireball. Everyone was drinking fucking shitty jungle juice that the host made and doing a bunch of gay-ass jello shots. So it was me and my fireball, and I had at least 12 shots of it... I remember going in and out of consciousness and waking up briefly by a vomit filled toilet. Then my friends dragged me to the living room when they knew I was done toilet honking. I woke up about 4 am when everyone was gone and drove home still fucked up.
Not my finest hours, for sure.