Not much of a drinker, but step-dad had a nice assortment of the hard stuff that he would get as gift bottles from his talks with the speakers bureau. I inherited it when mom moved, so I had to devise some way to make some of it palatable. My cognac and Diet Pepsi recipe drove my drinking buddies a little crazy.
My other auto is a .45
The bitterness of poor quality is remembered long after the sweetness of low price has faded from memory
