Growing up my parents had a liquor cabinet. I grew up sneaking small nips from it and over the years my taste for scotch matured.
Once I even emptied my bottle of English Leather cologne and filled it with whisky, and whiskey, so I could have a small “pick me up” in the morning.
Who would know how much those habits can stick…
I never could shake the taste of chemical flavor from those quick bites. It wasn’t very good scotch at that point. But I still drank it.
I still love me a good glass. I assume I always will.