Faster horses said:
When I was a kid, we lived a long way from a doctor or dentist. So, when I got a toothache, my mother would put whiskey on a cotton ball and put it on my tooth. I swear, I think it gave me a fondness for the taste of whiskey! Not that I am a drinker, because I am not.
It's funny how early influences work on you. My mother's family was pretty good at tipping back the beer, probably to the heavy side. One time when I was about 5 or 6 we were visiting her one brother who had a bunch of his buddys in when we got there. Mom picked up my uncle's bottle and said, "here you go son, try this".
Well I trusted my mom and thinking it would taste like Pepsi or cream soda, I took that bottle and chugged back a big swallow or two.
And darn near puked my guts out. Do you think she maybe had an agenda? I think it worked!
For some strange reason, to this day I hate the smell of beer and won't touch it.
Now when it comes to whiskey, that's a different story. When I was a kid, my dad always kept a bottle around to rinse the dust down after a day of thrashing. Even from a young age, he would give me a small shot after a dusty day of filling the top of the old granary. Had to be the worst job on the farm, and the smallest kid had to do it.
Anyway, that whiskey would sure go down smooth and I was always ready for a little more, but dad said, "no, that's enough". Great memory, really.
So I guess my favourite whiskey is the shot I had with my dad.
Actually, I very seldom drink any liquor at all anymore.