"It's an acquired taste, like Laphroaig."
In keeping with the theme of this thread: There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try and these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die. Sorry, Dr. Pepper couldn't save him nor did he want to. And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last. The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn and the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn.