Many years ago we arrived at TMRs airport and had to go through the red channel. Just behind us in the queue was some poor guy with a large case of bottles of rum - that had clearly been given the welcome to Gatwick treatment.
A wonderfully smelling puddle of rum was growing around him.
I had visions of the conversation with the inspector going like this
"And what do you have to declare sir"
"33 litres of Rum over the allowance no make that 32, no 31, 30, 29 . . . . . ."
Tempting as it wasm we did not hang around to find out