There is a beer called Sneck-Lifter, extremely strong and extremely delicious. The term being obscure, they had to explain it in their publicity material: but I can't remember exactly what it was, something like a sneck-lifter being one who staggered home drunk in the wee hours, lifting the sneck to get in?

This was on holiday at East Bergholt, Constable's home town, fairly remote from anywhere. After three pints the landlord asked whether I was driving. I said no. Bit late to ask after three prints of Sneck Lifter though. I managed to make it the B&B across the street... presumably.