When I was a young chap in the ATC we went to an airfield for a spot of AEF. I wasn’t flying till later in the afternoon. We were kindly supplied with packed lunches in which everyone seemed to get prawn cocktail crisps. Now some had flown and some were flying and there was an abundance of prawn cocktail crisps left over. I managed about 5 bags before being called up for my go in the chipmunk. Off we went and did nothing to extravagant. The crisps decided to make a re emergence and I was flown back to the airfield very gently, clutching my rather smelly bag of sick.
I have never eaten prawn cocktail crisps since and the smell makes me want to throw up even now. Funnily enough I have done similar things with both whiskey and cider and the mere smell of them make’s me heave.