Yup. I did it once. During Christmas in the morning of my explorational youth, I made some very strong hash oil eggnog. I made two glasses, one for me, and one for my cousin.
I was just about to leave the kitchen with the two huge mugs of the concoction, when my aunt burst in. Now, it has been said in my family that I make the best eggnog ever tasted. I can't vouch for the accuracy of the legend, but I can say with some certainty that my aunt approved, because the moment she saw me with that cup of eggnog she rushed forward and grabbed it.
Glug, glug, glug.
"Oh, this is delicious, hey everyone, you've got to try this." I stared on in stunned detatchment as my aunt, uncle, mother, father, and little grandmother worked their way through the beverage. I thanked them for the praise, and then quietly left, hoping that the dose would be too small.
Was I ever wrong. The Christmas table was a roaring feast. My family members were dancing on the table and laughing uproariously for no discernable reason. My little grandmother, most affected on account of her weight, was going through a bizarre munchie feeding frenzy. Her fiending turned mostly to the mashed potatoes, which she ate almost entirely herself.
Towards the middle of the evening I mentioned it to my aunt, and she roared with laughter and thanked me. Suddenly realising the humor in the situation, I began laughing too.