Leftover warm Heineken at the bottom of a bottle. After a dinner party thrown by my parents. Snuck a little swig while the grownups were outside saying goodbye. I must have been 9 or 10-yo. Tasted like snakebite. Just awful.
Didn’t go near beer till midway through college.
MGD (Miller genuine draft) when I was Six.
Dad puts water down and I’m always allowed to drink from it, he always had super chilled water with ice. It always tasted good.
He put this thing down, it was ice cold so I took my normal two gulps. He comes back from the bathroom and yells at my older brother asking if he took a drink of his beer. “No, I hate the taste of beer”
Looks down at me with a giant ass grin on my face.
A sip of red wine the adults said was the blood of a man who lived about 2,000 years ago.
First sip aside from magic ceremonies, a cold beer alongside a ham sandwich while working outside. Probably an american lager like Coors or Bud Light.
All I got was grape juice :(
I had a deal with my Dad. If I get him a beer, he’ll give me the first sip. I remember it being gross. 🤢
I think it was a bottle of Miller draft, dad let me have a sip when I was 15 or so. It tasted so gross I stayed away from beer and alcohol until well into my 20’s, I just couldn’t understand why people drank that stuff.
Eventually realized not all beer tastes the same haha.
Like most US teens: Stolen beer.
Ahem. Illegally purchased beer. Thank you.
To this day, I always wonder about the boots who actually bought stuff for my crew of teenaged degenerates. We almost always cold approached strangers around the liquor store, and always found at least one person within (on average) 30 minutes.
It was actually kinda rare for someone to take a cut too (though did happen occasionally). I know I don’t fuck with that as an adult now, the fines are pretty severe (and were back then too).
It was my grandmother’s homemade plum wine.
She has passed away now, so it remains a very strong memory for me.
Wine. Red wine.
I was still a little kid and tasted it from my granddad’s glass, just a sip. I begged to be allowed to taste it, as I wanted to do like all the grown ups were doing. I hated the taste. That changed as I grew older.
Nowadays, approx the same age my granddad was back then, I don’t drink wine anymore but I certainly don’t hate the taste ;)
Cheap French lager in one of those stubby bottles. Funny how I remember the taste favourably even though I don’t like lager these days.
Sips of beer when I was a kid.
Or if you mean for real, a shot of vodka that did not stay down.
Yukon Jack at 14.
Fucking disgusting.
My cousins and I made some drink one year at a New Years party when we found ourselves alone in the kitchen. I don’t remember the booze, but we mixed it with juicy juice. I was 12. I sipped the cup being passed around us 6-7 cousins, but none of us drank enough for effect.
Two years later it was yukon jack with friends. I remember falling asleep in the park.
The first time I got “wasted” I was 17. I don’t fucking remember what we were drinking. I do remember I party fouled the bowl of weed being passed around though lol
Champagne in Reims when i was 12 Was good. But i dont drink alcohole in anything
Sip of beer, mostly foam, almost certainly a yuengling or Budweiser.
Also would occasionally have a small glass of wine or champagne for holiday dinners and such.
Liquor was a shot of some kind of fruity vodka, chased with some Gatorade. I was about 18 or 19, didn’t really drink but my girlfriend did, and she wanted to have a drink with me so I obliged. Only time I drank with her.
Couple years later I was still living at home, I was about 19 or 20, parents were out of town and I was looking to make dinner. Found a recipe that sounded good that called for some beer, texted my parents I was gonna use a beer for cooking and got the ok. Used about half the beer, drank the other half. I believe it was a yuengling Oktoberfest.
First proper time drinking was about 2 weeks before I turned 21. I stayed on with my old scout troop as a leader, and we were going to be away on a week long canoe trip over my birthday. I was at a friend’s shore house hanging out for a few days, and since a couple of us were 21, we grabbed a case of beer, I believe corona and a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black. We didn’t go hard, we sat on the deck, smoked some cigars, had some scotch and a couple beers, but mostly we just hung out, went to the beach, and played D&D.
After I got back from my trip, for my first legal drink I went out with some coworkers after work. Had a few Yuenglings and a shot of Jack. Had a nice buzz going so I walked home. Had the hiccups most of the way.
Budweiser in the middle of the night at a party on the shore of Lake Cumberland in Kentucky.
The party was great, but the “beer” was so thoroughly disgusting that I have not drunk it since and that was 35 years ago.
Life is too short to drink bad beer.
At seventeen, I drank several beers to see if I could get used to the awful taste. The answer turned out to be “no”. It put me off alcohol for life.
I have tried various a lot of different drinks, but I have never found anything alcoholic that I actually like. I am now in my 60’s and I’m perfectly happy with not drinking.
I’m in my middle 50’s. There are alcoholic drinks I do like, but Miller and Budweiser and not among them. The wife and I will have wine, typically a Malbac or Chianti, with dinner a few times a month, then I’ll use the rest of the bottle to cook with. My local liquor store has a great selection of beers that you can mix and match. I usually pick up a 6 pack, especially when Dopplebocks are in season. A local brewery here has a “Dark Dopplebock” that is really good. Those 6 will sit in my fridge over the next several months until I slowly get to them.
A can of Tennants lager in Scotland in the 70s, given to me by my maternal grandfather. Probably about 3.2% or 3.6% abv. Tennants cans had a picture of an attractive girl in a swimsuit on every can. A four pack would have four different girls. The one on my first can was called Isabel.
First alcohol in a pub was from my paternal grandfather. I was fourteen. Grandpa ordered two pints of bitter. The barman asked him how old I was. “Eighteen. Scrawny little bugger in’t he?”
