Conversely, an alcoholic priest can consecrate a type of wine called must, unpasturized natural grape juice which has been only briefly exposed to air, i.e. to the action of natural yeast, with virtually zero alcohol content.
When my mother was in her dying days in the hospital, she could not swallow solids, but the priest broke off a tiny piece of the Blessed Host and softened or dissolved it somewhat in a little water, and gave her just a drop, which was all she could receive.
Thanks, Mrs. Don-o!
I find the fact that their physical bodies are distressed by what ought to be ‘flesh’ in a manner that is outside of the control of their will, somewhat noteworthy for the symbolism it entails.