Who cares if your team played well all season and made it to Atlanta? Losing is still a mortal wound, especially since it means that your smug rival won. (Those cheating SOBs!) This sippable salve hails from a time when the stakes were even higher, specifically to WWII–era Cairo, Egypt, where a bartender at Shepheard’s Hotel concocted a double-liquored drink for Allied troops. The soldiers reportedly liked it so much that they telegraphed to have batches delivered to the front lines. Those chaps won the day, so maybe drinking one will confer future good luck upon your team. Can’t hurt.