Lake of spirits

I have always kept quite a few bottles of booze in stock as I like to shake a cocktail every once in a while. One thing I don’t want is a couple of pissed off Ozzie customs officers telling me I’m smuggling vast quantities of alcoholic beverages. I can’t take them with me, so now I need to get rid of them.
Drinking it all would mean certain death, throwing it away is a criminal act here in the Netherlands punishable by a whipping, so I think I’ll have a party. Either that or invite my good friend Robin, who is immune to firewater and can imbibe terrifying amounts before passing out. (We’re talking bottles here). I’m sure we’ll get through this lake of spirits him and me.