"'I particularly admire the tall straight cactus,' said Stephen.
"'We call 'em torch-thistles,' said the master, 'and they have a kind of juice, if you cut them down, that can be drank; but it gives you the wet gripes.'" --Patrick O'Brian, The Far Side of the World, 269
Since I kinda already knew what "gripes" means in this sense, I didn't bother adding it to the Aubrey/Maturin list. But it sure does belong on Specific Excrement.