I grew up with the Greatest Generation Evah, where cocktail hour was always something seriously taken. Especially on vacation.
I would deliver drinks to any guests and sometimes have a sip. Manhattans were my choice favorite. Beer wasn’t something you would find at our house. Wine was unheard of, dunno why. maybe it was too fancy. Whiskey and the assorted liquors were. (Irish and Catholics all that was missing was a Bingo )
I have a distinct memory of riding my bike when I was about 13 up to the corner store, with a note and a $20 from my mom, to buy some Canadian club for a party that was about to commence and she was too busy with all the cooking. Try that now.
I remember drinking beer Red, White and Blue or Milwaukee’s Best in my 18-21 Quest for Fire days and getting a nice buzz, but going, Gah, this stuff sucks.. and eventually, when legal, would order a mixed drink at the bar, which impressed the guys for some reason. I hated bars: the noise, the smoke and the generalized Stupidity then, so those moments were pretty rare.
I never drank if everyone else was drinking, I was always the designated driver by my choice and still am.
I have a predereliction towards mixed drinkswhich I owe partly to my upbringing and mostly to Nyquil as a curative for what ails’ you in my youth., cannot stand beer, and am the only member of my family that likes wine.
It takes me about a year to drink a bottle of wine. I have enough problems with migraines, I don’t need to add to it all.
Within the last two years tossed out decades old bottles of miscellaneous booze ( gift stuff, mostly) because I was sure it had gone bad. ( dunno, really, never been opened. I needed the freaking cupboard to cram with other stuff that I will never use, but won’t throw away.)
I think introducing your teens to alcohol in a controlled but relaxed setting is more important that denying it too them because it is evil.