They do Oil?

Our chichi Marais digs come equipped with salt, vinegar, cocoa, tea, strawberry jam--anything you could want except (a) olive oil and (b) a corkscrew. I assume the last tenant (a) drank the olive oil and (b) nicked the corkscrew. Anyway, I betook myself to our marché habituel and (with a bit of pantomime) acquired a tire-bouchon and the most reasonably-priced bottle of huile d'olive I could identify. The olive oil bore a label in Arabic script which, for all I know, says "death to the infidel!" The brand name, in Latin script, is Al Jazera. Wonder what happens if I take three ounces of that through airport security?