My teenage alcohol incident was with cider, the day we finished our O levels. Still can't drink it. And every time I think about why, I remember throwing up on the rec and Susan thingummy's dog trying to eat the puke.
I can't drink tea. The smell of it, especially with milk, gives me the boak. I don't like coffee either, but I can sit next to someone drinking it without heaving.
I've never liked beer or lager. Pernod is the devil's semen. I decided a few years ago never to drink tequila again, for my own good, and I don't like whisky either. I can just about cope with Southern Comfort, despite several college incidents with it, but I'd rather have a vodka.