I had my first exposure to bourbon when I was fifteen, thanks to my ex. I skipped right over my beer phase, which truthfully I did not miss. To this day I don't have a taste for a cold one. There's something stately and dignified about sharing whiskey with friends or family. And I'd much rather offer a nice fifth as a housewarming or party gift than a case of beer.
To be honest, I kind of look down on people who can't tame that beast of bourbon (wink, wink) because, frankly, all the best people I know list it as their poison of choice, I can tell you that much.