It's a nickname. Everyone gets one. Strong battle lady? She-Ra. Every little girl wanted to be She-Ra back in the 80's. And little boys. No judging. Let's be all about equality here.
I'd tell you to look her up on Tumblr or whatever, but Rule 34 is a real thing. Don't make me be one of those people that shitposts gifs. C'mon.
About the booze? Nope! Only remember the rooster on the label, not the name. The taste of it was like guzzling a bottle of rubbing alcohol. What I can tell you is right about now? I really wouldn't mind waking up in S.E. Asia, in the back of a delivery truck full of coconuts.