LOL! Certain things can be overlooked. My late husband - and in fact, every man I’ve met since - hated Scotch, so I guess one just has to adapt and savor this delightful beverage in solitary splendor.
Years ago I worked for a company that had a contest for something - you entered by filling out a small slip of paper and dropping it through a tiny slit into a Jack Daniels bourbon cask. I would wander over several times a day and just lean down (pretending to see how full the cask was) and breathe deeply..... the cask carried the scent of that bourbon.... I jokingly ask for a cask for my patio.