On January 15, 1919, a sound later described as a dull, muffled roar emanated briefly from the six-story-tall molasses tank at the Purity Distilling Company. This grumbling was heard for only a moment, when it was shortly interrupted by a terrific explosion that sent the tank's half-inch-thick sheet iron shell flying through the air in three giant pieces. The force of the explosion demolished several nearby buildings, including a fire station which was crushed by a huge chunk of the steel tank, and the Purity offices which were flattened.
Even more catastrophically, the tank's two-and-a-half million gallons of molasses were loosed upon the city. A huge wave of molasses flowed swiftly down the surrounding streets, pushing buildings off their foundations and overturning wagons, carts, horses, and motorcars. It broke the girders of a nearby elevated train, and tossed a train from its tracks. The streets were quickly filled with the sticky debris of ruined buildings, and syrupy molasses sludge up to three feet deep.
Rescue efforts began immediately, but most who ventured into the mess quickly became mired in the goo, and soon required rescuing themselves. Terrified survivors were seen running away from the chaotic scene covered from head to toe in dark brown molasses.
In all, twenty-one lives were lost in the disaster-- mostly to crushing and asphyxiation-- and 150 injuries were reported. It is said that a lawyer for Purity arrived on the scene within hours and tried to pin the disaster on anarchist saboteurs, but despite this continued insistence, the company ultimately paid out about $1 million in settlements, equivalent to about $11 million today. The nearby harbor remained brown through the rest of the winter and spring, and it took over six months to clean the structures, automobiles, and cobblestone streets of the sticky mess.
By coincidence, the 18th amendment of the US Constitution was ratified the very next day, enabling the Prohibition.

That is one of the most bizarre and fascinating things that I have ever read.
Wow. I'm speechless!
There was a book published which describes these events in detail... it's called Dark Tide: The Great Boston Molasses Flood of 1919 by Stephen Puleo. I haven't read it myself, but it has some pretty good reviews on the Barnes and Noble and Amazon websites. Link
I can imagine the strays in Boston that weren't outright killed by the flood livin high for the next few weeks...except the cats which have no sweet receptors on their tongues.
I remember seeing something on this on the History channel. I would to find a link to that video. Anyone have that perchance?
wow thats really interesting. what a way to die eh?
Sweet article...Very Damn interesting
I read the book. It was great. Kids would scrape up the molasses that leaked from the old tank to take home. Several were killed when it burst. A watchman for the company quit because he kept having dreams about it breaking shortly before it actually did! Good read.
Now WHERE exactly did the phrase "slow as molasses" come from?!?!?
kgy121 said: "Now WHERE exactly did the phrase "slow as molasses" come from?!?!?"
Obviously not from this incident, eh?
Thats because its "slow as molasses in January" and it must be a reference to something about people being slower then molasses in January. Or maybe just a boreal saying thats getting filtered down... I don't know.
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What is their to comment on. It happened. Good story. Use it to 'flirt' while visiting the nusing home!
It's not that molasses is not slow! They pumped in, through a 200 foot pipe, molasses from the ships which had just come up through the gulfstream Therefore, the molasses was still over 50 degrees...when it mixed with the 2 degree molasses in the tank, fermentation formed gas...I'm reading "Dark Tide". Wow. Good book!