I was briefly shocked into silence by that, I must admit.
The only time I've drunk DiSaronno was in my student days when a girlfriend for some reason brought me a bottle back from Germany. It stayed untouched until the heating in our flat packed up (in Leeds in winter), so my flatmate and I ended up fully-dressed, wrapped in duvets and swigging DiSaronno from the bottle in an effort to keep warm.