49 years of age and I still can't develop a taste for bourbon. It kind of reminds me of my hatred for pickled beets. I look at them and wonder how something that looks so nice can taste so foul. It's all in the palate of the beholder I guess. Cheers to you my FRiend.
I always hated the look of pickled beets until my brother made me taste one a couple of years ago. I love ‘em. I started drinking bourbon by mixing it with lemonade. Yum...Lynchburg Lemonade.