I think I know what part of my perception is based on. When I was very young, my dad used to let me have a shotglass of beer every now and then -- basically at holidays, which was often the only times I saw him actually drinking any. These were American beers from the 1960s, which I am given to understand were quite rich and full-bodied, and my memory -- compared to the Bud I had last night -- certainly seems to confirm that.
(I also suspect that this habit of my Dad's is one reason I never became a drinker on any scale, save for two binges in my early 20s that were triggered by extreme emotion. There was no mystique in it for me.)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
(I also suspect that this habit of my Dad's is one reason I never became a drinker on any scale, save for two binges in my early 20s that were triggered by extreme emotion. There was no mystique in it for me.)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.