Intoxicating Tales & Personal & Science Posted by James Killus, 24 Oct 2007 06:37 am

Alcohol

Forget the caffe latte, screw the raspberry iced tea
A Malibu and Coke for you, a G&T for me
Alcohol, Your songs resolve like
my life never will
When someone else is picking up the bill I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
O Alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
I’ll use something else

–”Alcohol,” Barenaked Ladies

If you take a molecule of the simplest hydrocarbon, methane, remove one of its four hydrogen atoms and replace it with a hydroxyl group (-OH), you get methanol, the simplest alcohol. The hydrogen at the end of the hydroxyl is more “labile” than the others, so it’s relatively easy for methanol to lose it. That leaves the oxygen with a very friendly bond dangling, and it likes to hook up with its nearby carbon buddy, to form what is called the carbonyl bond. Since carbon is pretty firmly quadrigamous, it has to give up something, and since the carbon already has three hydrogens, one of them just has to go. Essentially, the methanol gives up two hydrogens, enough for a hydrogen molecule. In smog photochemistry, the hydrogens go one at a time, as part of a process involving “hydrogen centered radicals.”

This result of dehydrogenating methanol yields formaldehyde, the simplest aldehyde. “Aldehyde” is, in fact, a contraction of “alcohol de-hydrogenated.” Rounding out the “simplest of its kind” bestiary, is formic acid, the simplest carboxylic acid. It has an alcohol group (-OH), and a carbonyl group (C=O), and a single, lonely hydrogen remaining with the carbon, though it has another hydrogen in the hydroxyl group, which it easily loses in solution, giving formic acid its acidic character.

Formic acid is pretty nasty stuff; ants make it and it’s what they use to sting you with. In fact, formic acid was first isolated by distilling dead ants. Formic acid is specifically toxic to the optic nerve, so the ingestion of formic acid, or a formic acid precursor, can cause blindness.

Methanol is a formic acid precursor, biologically, so formic acid is responsible for most of methanol’s bad effects when ingested. The enzymes that turn methanol into formic acid are cross-potentiated by ethanol, so ethanol is an antidote to methanol poisoning. The metabolization of ethanol substitutes for the metabolization of methanol, giving time for the methanol to be excreted via lungs or urine.

Ethanol is our old friend grain alcohol, the active ingredient in the demon rum. Bootleg ethanol during Prohibition and at other times was sometimes cut with methanol, to give it “more kick” or simply because denatured alcohol is cheap. “Denatured alcohol” is usually made unsafe for consumption by the addition of methanol. There’s an urban legend that says you can make denatured alcohol fit for drinking by filtering it through pumpernickel. It’s not an urban legend that people have tried this, of course; clearly people have tried it. The question is whether or not it does any good.

Ethanol has two carbons to methanol’s one; a way of looking at the setup is that if you replace one of methanol’s hyrdrogens with a methyl group (-CH3), you get ethanol. The same thing happens for formaldehyde/acetaldehyde and formic/acetic acid. However, acetaldehyde and acetic acid (vinegar) are much more biologically benign. Acetaldehyde forms a trimer in the presence of acid catalysts such as sulphuric or phosphoric acid, to make paraldehyde, a pharmacological sedative.

But it is ethanol, not paraldehyde that most people are familiar with. Simply stated, ethanol ingestion gets you drunk. It gets you blotto, looped, lit, loaded, hammered, wasted, pickled, pissed, polluted and plastered. It intoxicates, inebriates, befuddles, besots, bewilders, and stews. It makes you three sheets to the wind, and either more or less interesting than you are when sober. Whatever it does, a lot of people want it done to them, at least from time to time, so ethanol technology has an ancient history.

Many of the most basic tricks of the chemical laboratory were first used to do something interesting to ethanol, especially to concentrate it into hard liquor. Distillation is the best known, and can be used to concentrate alcohol to 96% purity, the rest being water. Ethanol and water at the 96/4 proportions form an azeotrope, which is a mixture of stuff that boils in the same proportions as it is in liquid form. You have to work hard to break up the ethanol and water azeotrope, and if you do, you’ve probably wasted your time, because exposure to air will allow the ethanol to absorb enough water to form the azeotrope again. Besides, for most people, 192 proof is quite enough.

When I lived in upstate New York we’d drive out into the country (which was a short drive) every fall and buy fresh apple cider in big plastic jugs. Sometimes we couldn’t finish a jug before it went hard; sometimes we’d just let it sit on the back porch until it went hard. Then we’d make applejack, a traditional New England drink.

The principle of applejack is pretty simple: water freezes at a higher temperature than alcohol, and when you cool a water alcohol mixture, water freezes out. Here’s a list of the volume of ethanol in a water/alcohol mix, and the freezing point of the water in that mixture (in degrees F and C):

[0:32,0], [10:25,-4], [20:15,-9], [30:5,-15], [40:-10,-23], [50:-25,-32], [60:-35,-37], [70:-55,-48], [80:-75,-59], [90:-110,-73], [100:-175,-114],

Put it another way, if you have some dilute ethanol mixture, and you cool it to the requisite temperature, the water will freeze out until you get the water/ethanol mixture above. So if you start with a 14% mix of ethanol and water (the highest alcohol you can get from fermentation alone), the water will begin freezing at somewhere near 20 degrees F. Most freezers are around 0 degrees F, so you can boost your ethanol concentration to around 35%. In applejack there is additional freezing point depression caused by the sugar, so your actually wind up with more like a 30% concentration of ethanol, but that’s 60 proof, and that ain’t bad. If you happen to have a real cold snap (the coldest it got while I was at RPI was -28 F), you can get upwards of 80 proof.

Those old New Englanders knew their stuff.

The theater group at RPI had a traditional beverage they called “Players’ Punch,” or alternately, “blog” (no relation to weblogs, of course; it was probably a backformation of “grog” and possibly “blotto”). It consisted of various fruit juices and sodas, plus laboratory ethanol (the commercial equivalent is Everclear), or, failing that, whatever liquor was available, usually vodka or rum. To this was added dry ice, which chilled it mightily, and froze out some of the water. Potent stuff, and pretty dangerous, because the perception of alcohol content involves smelling the alcohol vapors, and if you get the drink cold enough, it deceives. Also, the dry ice added some carbonation, and carbonation enhances alcohol absorption by the digestive tract.

A high school friend of mine who went to Vanderbilt University, told me of a concoction called the “Funderburg,” no doubt named for its creator. It was a blender drink; I think it used frozen concentrated grape juice. I decided to make blender daiquiris by a similar method. That was the year I ran a lab course for undergraduates, which meant that I had access to the fabled laboratory ethanol.

The drink was simplicity itself: one 6 oz. can of frozen limeade concentrate, then the same can filled with 95% ethanol. To that was added a tray of ice. Then hit the max button on the blender. The final result looked a bit like a slushy, and was very cold. The liquid itself was somewhere around 80 proof, by my estimate, but because of the cold, it tasted about as alcoholic as wine. Very dangerous stuff.

Whenever I think about this particular concoction, I’m bound to remember one particular night in 1972 involving the blender daiquiris plus the Quicksilver Messenger Service’s extended version of “Who Do You Love?” by Bo Diddley. Modesty and discretion compel me to refrain from giving specifics. I will note, however, that the effects of ethanol are such that, while one may still remember that actions have consequences, the relative values placed on the actions vs. consequences may change substantially. Suffice it to say that it all Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time.

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  1. on 24 Oct 2007 at 9:57 am 1. Seattle said …

    Did you just say “I got layed!” in 17 paragraphs?

  2. on 24 Oct 2007 at 10:04 am 2. black dog barking said …

    To the comprehensive list of pet names for imbibing add my personal favorite—getting stupid. Ah, good times. And yes, seemingly a good idea, too.

    Wonderfully informative, Mr Killus. While I was aware that ice in my Jack Daniels helps suppress the gag reflex thrown up by my baser organs and shit, I wasn’t aware that vapor suppression was the successful strategy.

  3. on 24 Oct 2007 at 10:20 am 3. Seattle said …

    You also missed “getting sideways”.

  4. on 24 Oct 2007 at 10:29 am 4. spyder said …

    F.U.B.A.R. or L.A.G.N.A.F, or whatever one called it back in them thar days (60’s for me), consisted of essentially the same generic mix in the bathtub (my preferred recipe): one gallon Ripple, one quart vodka, one quart Everclear, two gallons 7-Up!, two pounds dry ice–should serve way more than it usually did. ~and yes there were at least two occasions that i unfortunately still remember that i hoped i wouldn’t; damn those good ideas~.

    There are several reasons i stopped drinking 17 years ago, mostly health related, physical and emotional (attitudinal). And as much as i missed the explosive diversity of microbreweries and wineries of the last fifteen years, i just wish there were more of those little 1 oz paper cups (those cute little folded ones you could blow up to bigger size) of “teh” Kool Aid around these days.

    I do know of a little place in Hayward, CA (of all towns) where one can purchase a five gallon container of pure organic ethanol (for herbal tincture purposes, right?). Sadly, it is not reasonably priced; last year it was a bit less than $120.00 per gallon (non-organic is about half that price). Everclear (the 95+% version) costs about $15/ fifth without sales taxes (thanks Oregon), or $75 per gallon, but if you have the proper documentation (pathologist or university researcher) here in WA you can get it for case discounts of liter-sized bottles for $135/case = a tiny bit over 3 gallons.

  5. on 24 Oct 2007 at 12:04 pm 5. spyder said …

    Why you don’t drink in Space… offered in tribute to the MVP for his stunning photographic work.

  6. on 24 Oct 2007 at 12:09 pm 6. James Killus said …

    Ah, Oaktown Girl, if only it had been that simple.

    One point that I did not mention: both methanol and ethanol are manufactured industrially as petrochemicals, the starter molecule for methanol being methane, whereas ethanol is made from ethylene (officially ethene, but I prefer the older name).

    I’ve heard that during the final days of the Soviet Union, most of GDP growth could be traced to increasing consumption of vodka, and the vodka was primarily derived by the petrochemical method. If that isn’t a good reason for a political system to fall, I don’t know what it.

  7. on 24 Oct 2007 at 12:21 pm 7. Oaktown Girl said …

    Ah, Oaktown Girl, if only it had been that simple.

    Whoops - I think you got the wrong person, James, as I have not even submitted my first comment yet. But you are quite correct, as a Loyal Party Patriot, to have the Minister of Justice ever on your mind.

    Seattle (#1) - Ha!

  8. on 24 Oct 2007 at 12:26 pm 8. Oaktown Girl said …

    What a great blog this WAAGNFNP, hun? Where else will you find the category “Intoxicating Tales”?

    George Jones’ song White Lighning is a really fun tune, and if you’re not familiar with it, reading the lyrics alone does not do it justice (but still a fun read). I wonder if it’s on YouTube anywhere or something?

    “White Lightning” by George Jones

    Well in North Carolina way back in the hills lived my old pappy and he had him a still
    He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
    He fill him a jug and he pass it around
    Mighty mighty pleasing my pappy’s corn squeezing (whew white lightning)

    Well the G men T men revenoers too searching for the place where he made his brew
    They were looking tryin’ to book him but my pappy kept on cooking
    (Whew white lightning)

    [ piano ]

    Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
    White lightning stead of mountain dew
    I took a little sip and right away I knew
    And my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
    Light has started flashing thunder started splashing (whew white lightning)
    Well the G men T men…
    [ guitar ]

    Well a city slicker came and he said I’m tough
    I think I want to taste that powerful stuff
    He took one slug and he drank it right down I heard him moanin’ as he hit the ground
    Mighty mighty pleasing my pappy’s corn squeezing (whew white lightning)
    Well the G men T men…

    Thanks to the indispensable Lyrics Depot

  9. on 24 Oct 2007 at 12:38 pm 9. Seattle said …

    LOL Oaktown Girl and I are twins under the blog skin….

  10. on 24 Oct 2007 at 4:21 pm 10. Arnaud said …

    Hopefully this will work!

  11. on 24 Oct 2007 at 4:23 pm 11. Arnaud said …

    Nope it didn’t!

    Anyway here it is:

  12. on 24 Oct 2007 at 4:59 pm 12. Oaktown Girl said …

    Cool, Arnaud - thanks!

  13. on 24 Oct 2007 at 5:37 pm 13. James Killus said …

    Well, yes, that’s mighty embarrassing, and I cannot even claim alcohol as an excuse. Last night’s cloneazepam and percocet, yes, alcohol, no.

    The closest I can come to a defense is that I came straight here from email, which had Oaktown Girl messages galore.

  14. on 24 Oct 2007 at 9:55 pm 14. JP Stormcrow said …

    I can’t really do better on the alcohol topic other than to link to a comment I made on hangovers and driving the porcelain bus last time we were discussing drunkenness here.

    I am continually amazed at the role that alcohol has played in human history - having such specific effects from such an easy source (and so particularly prone to accidental discovery). Why it almost makes you think God wanted us to drink … maybe the guys who make those “bananas as evidence of God’s great plan” videos could do one on grain alcohol.

  15. on 24 Oct 2007 at 9:58 pm 15. JP Stormcrow said …

    And not necessarily my cup of tequilla, but this Brad Paisley song Alcohol is pretty apt.

    “helping white people dance”

  16. on 25 Oct 2007 at 3:43 am 16. Bill Benzon said …

    As an offshoot of JP’s last comment, I was walking by Union Square the other day and saw 37 kinds of colored folks performing. I began to wonder whether or not there is city anywhere in the world where it’s white people who play music, dance, and otherwise perform on the street so that people of color walking by will leave them change and small bills?

  17. on 25 Oct 2007 at 10:39 am 17. James Killus said …

    I’ve seen Japanese tourists toss money into the hat of white street musicians in Berkeley. Does that count?

    I might make a guess at Ireland, also, but it would still be the Japanese (and maybe now Chinese) tourists.