@JLeslie
I was specifically referencing hard liquor (as oposed to wine or the frou-frou drinks with umbrellas or those which taste more like melted ice cream or dessert).
I vividly remember a small family party I was at with the secretary at our school to celebrate the safe return of her soldier son from his tour of duty in Vietnam. They had a bottle of super expensive Premium Scotch (or whiskey or whatever) and she was insisting I try just a little bit. So she poured about ½ inch into an 8 oz. glass and told me to put in Ginger Ale and ice as necessary. So I filled up the glass to about halfway with soda and ice and took a small sip. It tasted exactly the way a cigarette ashtray smells. I had to fill it up to the brim with soda just to be able to tolerate a few small sips when they did the toast. And the rest of that glass remained untouched for the remainder of the time I was there. To this day I still don’t get why ANYONE would spend significant amounts for the “premium” version of this stuff so they can have the “privilege” of drinking the liquid equivalent of cigarette ashes.
Hope that clarified what I meant by no tolerance :D
In order for me to enjoy any alcoholic drink, it has to taste the least like alcohol if that makes sense.
I also remember when I was about 10–11 years old going on the hunt for my Mom’s secret stash (she preferred vodka since she was under the delusion that since it didn’t have any taste that people couldn’t smell it on her breath and tell she had been drinking.) WRONG. And it’s not as if there weren’t plenty of other clues also.
Anyhow, I found it and, just prior to dumping it down the sink, decided to find out what the big irresistible attraction seemed to be. So I took a big swig and promptly spit it out.
I guess it doesn’t have as much flavor as other types of booze, but it tasted absolutely wretched and I honestly couldn’t see what the big attraction was and still don’t.
I’ve never developed a taste for alcohol and considering the family history, I certainly don’t feel deprived in the least.
I just have felt that for me, personally, being an absolute teetotaler wasn’t really all that necessary since the few types of drinks I can tolerate and the times when occasions arise are so infrequent, it’s just not a big enough deal for me to avoid it totally. It’s just kind of pointless.
I guess I’ve got a natural aversion to most types of alcohol either due simply to taste issues or past associations so it just doesn’t occupy any significant amount of my time or attention.
For the past two years I’ve been taking medication for my arthritic knees with no cartilage left so that precludes any alcohol at all. I havent had anything to drink for two years, so it’s basically a moot point at this time.