The gesture is nice — you're at a bar and someone offers to buy a shot. You accept but with hesitation. What if they buy something horrid? A laundry list of shots you don't want go through your head, Jäger, cheap tequila, Gran Ma, vom. And for a while, Gran Ma ruled the Charleston bars. The hot — not in a good way — orange-hinted liquor was not a good moment for the Holy City. But thankfully, Fireball came along. The hot — in a good way — cinnamon liquor has replaced Gran Ma. Now, it's hard to go through a night without having at least one. And it goes down so smooth it's dangerous. Cheers to a hangover, Charleston.