kryptaria replied to your post: Wow, I thought I was the only one who tasted cough…

Hell, I don’t even take cough syrup unless I’m three-quarters dead, I hate the taste so much. The only time I’ve had anything to drink, it was Irish coffee, and that was so I could describe it in my writing.

porcupine-girl asked: 

Say hallelujah and pass the virgin daiquiris. I get so sick of defending my inability to deal with the taste of alcohol. It’s often worse than cough syrup for me – more like turpentine, something distinctly non-edible that my body wants to spit out reflexively. And no, you won’t ever “trick” me into drinking it (yes I have people threaten to try it) because my nose is equally sensitive & I can smell a spiked drink a foot away. Alcohol supertasters unite! (I’m fine w celery, but also hate coffee)

See, egalitarianmuse?  Definitely not just you. ^_^

I do have an odd quirk of tasting a lot of alcohol, though, out of morbid curiosity.  Perhaps because I loathe it so much that I’m hyperaware of the nuances, I seem to be an excellent judge of the various incarnations of the beverage, and after a giving them brief quiz on their personal do’s and don’ts, I’m pretty good at matching friends up with varieties they’ll like.

In general, bad alcohol of any sort tastes like paint stripper.  Good alcohol tastes like paint stripper mixed with an array of subtle and complex flavors.  Except in the case of vodka.  Good vodka tastes like inhaling pure fire.