I experienced the oddity that is garlic ice cream at a garlic festival near Saugerties, NY, sometime in 1998. I wasn't sure I'd actually consumed the right thing, at first -- it tasted just like vanilla. A few seconds later, the kick hit me, and I was enveloped in a garlickey miasma from which I'm not sure I've fully recovered, two years later.

It sticks in my mind as being quite similar to my experience with the time-delayed, powerful ginger beer I consumed at South of the Border.