I am never failed to be surprised by what one taster adores, another abhors!
Some years ago, friends who were visiting New England for the “leaf” thing, very generously and kindly brought me back a bottle of Makers Mark, as a gift.
All I could taste was marzipan, which I detest with an absolute passion, ergo I gave it away to a student who then apparently and unknown to me, elevated me to “supercool” status. Might I state for the record that I have never, ever thought of myself as such and was truly horrified. lol!
Shortly after that a gift of Kahlua came into my possession, and I dutifully passed it on, not as yet realising that I had now been raised to a “deity” level.
I wonder why I cannot receive iterations of Remy, which I love?
I am after all, a simple soul; not at all difficult to please.
“Yeah, right” was the cry!
Life can be so unfair, except for thirsty students. Ha, ha!!