Sounds like normal reaction to a 'vintage*' St Panteleimon or Aphrodite White.
Ah BEags.... so many fond memories of tinctures emanating from that powerhouse of the exploitation of resin...
December 31st 1999. Around the world, rich men and women paid tens of thousands to attend the most lavish "turn-of-the-century" parties. Me? With comrades from Dhekelia CJATC, we drove to the mountains and in a little village the name of which I can't remember, we joined the locals for a three course meal with free beer, wine and brandy (from said Keo brewery) for about CY17.50. After dinner, the local girls (truly beautiful as they were under thirty and hence in their pre "Mae-West" condition) started to perform traditional dances. Having consumed considerable amounts of the aforementioned alcohol, in return, we treated them to our little tableau. And so, it came to pass that in a small hillside village in Cyprus, the locals now understand that New Year is celebrated in England with a rendition of that famous call-to-arms "Swing Low Sweet Chariot" complete with rather detailed arm, hand and finger movements.
To return to the thread, possibly not appropriate as an encore to an evening with Mrs Blogs...unless of course, she's a game old bird.