Kataragi and Goodberry Wine
This tale happened during one of our more recent adventures. The party was made of Flamekin Cleric/Monk, a Tiefling Warlock, a Kenku Rogue turned Warlock, a human turned homebrew frogfolk race (because Locathah wasn't available at the time) who was a Ranger/Bard, and myself as a Frost Dragonborn (Kataragi) Monk turned Warlock due to trickery. The story begins and the frog, flamekin, and the dragonborn meet up at a tavern of a rather well populated village. They group together to take down an evil that is plaguing the town and encounter abominations and several undead. Now as I was playing a Frost Dragonborn and nearly all of my spells were cold based (save Eldritch Blast because how can you not?) I knew I was not going to be the MVP of any battle anytime soon, joke was on me because we were doing an undead campaign. Fast forward various events and a power up that granted me a spell from the Seven Scrolls expansion in 3.5 and something similar to a Desperation Attack from Final Fantasy 6/8 once a long rest, we enter the BBEG's base of operations.
The Ranger managed to snipe a few of the zombie citizens and used them to cover ourselves in their... un-life essence to blend in with the other townsfolk. The party kills an undead priest via Bahamut god call though a wish stone. Somehow we manage to get into the underground lair of the lich hidden under the church. Eventually the party decides to split up while searching for the BBEG and the Dragonborn and Kenku spotted the wine room. We each took several cases each. Fast forward some more and we finally arrive before the lich's throne room. Realizing the end of our quest is near we needed to lure the guards away to deal with them. Normally this means dealing with them in small groups but I had an idea. I go to the armory where the guards have stashed their weapons and coat the room with the alcohol as does the Kenku, throwing bottle after bottle to ensure the room is sufficiently covered in the stuff. I don't exactly remember who made the thunderous sound that brought all the soldiers to armory but I do know I gave the signal for the flamekin to do what she does best. The DM sat that for a moment then starting doing math to determine damage as we waiting in anticipation. We knew we would never see that many dice ever rolled again from any of our dumb (genius) ideas.
Using alchemist fire stats and the volume of each wine bottle our DM ruled the damage was about 320d4 fire damage and since undead are vulnerable to fire that meant double dmg. I have never knew how EXPLOSIVE wine could be. Needless to say to there was nothing left remaining in that room.