Years ago my drunken weed smoking biker hippie neighbors cooked a brisket and to keep the fire going they kept putting leaded gasoline on the wet wood.
The thing turned out as tough as a boot because I could see them chewing on it like chewing gum.
But it did have a nice pink leaded benzine smoke ring.
I was asked if I wanted some and I politely turned it down but took a beer.
You could smell the gasoline fumes wafting from the meat.
My wife and I called it the Great Gasa Que for years after this fantastic event.