[Unique is certainly one word for it. As soon as it goes down, Astolfo tries to cough it right back out.]
Ugh, you really drink this-
[Then it hits him- a wave of nausea that has him buckle over, and a vertigo that brings him to his knees. He places his hands in front of him on the ground as if to steady himself, and stares ahead of him, pupils wide.
When he speaks, it's between light gasps, though he tries to mask it as weak laughter.]
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Ugh, you really drink this-
[Then it hits him- a wave of nausea that has him buckle over, and a vertigo that brings him to his knees. He places his hands in front of him on the ground as if to steady himself, and stares ahead of him, pupils wide.
When he speaks, it's between light gasps, though he tries to mask it as weak laughter.]
So this is what you meant...