I'm not a big drinker by any stretch, and that's been especially true of whiskey in all of it's forms. The few times I have purposely had whiskey was after already getting well lit on other drinks and being in no position to give a proper critique. I did have a tremendously fun time one evening with a bottle of Jamison's and a bottle of Tillamore Dew (which was made absolutely hilarious by my VERY drunk friend trying to pronounce it and coming up "Tell me I'm a Jew"... which he was, and just sounded ridiculously funny at the time).
Flash forward to 2020 and my oldest son turned 21 at the end of January. The kid is straight as can be, has zero interest in drugs or alcohol etc, and had never tried ANYTHING. I told him we needed to have a drink and asked what he wanted. He said he'd heard a lot about whiskey and thought that might be the ticket.
So off to the store I went to fetch a bottle. I didn't want his first experience with it to be garbage so I bought a bottle of Maker's Mark.
Well... we each took a shot. We each made a horrible face. We each felt violated.
I just don't get the appeal. I clearly don't have a taste for it, and for the life of me can't imagine how it's possible to gain one. Ugh.
More power to you guys that dig it. Should any of you ever find yourself at Casa De OGG, I have a nearly full bottle of Maker's waiting for you.