^ ^ I often wonder about the 'forbidden' thing. When I was 18 at college, the herb, mon, held greater appeal because it was wicked and forbidden. I grew up Mormon and first got drunk just after HS graduation, also 18, and holy crap, I'll never know how close I came to dying but I drank way too much gin and felt like warmed over death for the next 12-18 hours. Just did not have a clue about the stuff or how to drink it.
Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel. - Samuel Johnson