My grandfather gave me scotch on a kleenex to place over any sore tooth when I was under 10 years old and the coming and going of baby teeth still. The wicked taste but the pleasure of doing what children are not supposed to do. Maybe it was that which took the pain away or just introduced placebos. Still works. My daughter had some last night, wrinkled nose at the smell but said she will tell all of her friends she’s had scotch. And said She it didn’t hurt as much after. So glad I put wax in my ears all those years ago of playing supremely loud rock night after night. There were passive aggressive remarks sometimes from the guitarists suggesting that would interfere with one’s ability to feel the music. Glad Mr. T couldn’t pity me.