Might it have been brennivín? It’s a caraway-seed flavored schnapps, bright green with a black label. Sometimes called “Black Death” and a traditional accompaniment to a dish of rotten shark.
Clear, colorless, with a flavor I didn’t recognize and don’t really remember. I think I would have recognized caraway, but maybe not.
Gin has a unique pine tree taste and if you don’t like it, it’s out. I don’t think there is a “good” gin that willl change your mind on the taste of gin.
It’s not really like a pine tree though, but it has an essence. I never liked gin or martinis but when I met a good G&T summer just seemed a bit more heavenly.
Xmas Eve, circa 1987, gay men’s lounge on University Ave.
Hot Toddy.
Rum? Butter? God knows what else was in it. Sure, I drank more than I can remember of the putrid shit but projectile vomiting and diarrhea for two full days was a hard price to pay.
When I was 8, during my first communion, I was very thirsty so I took a big swig of the wine (which I was expecting to be grape juice), dropped the chalice in shock and vomited all over the priest.
I haven’t had a drop since.
And you’re totally in trouble with God.
No [DEL]love[/DEL] hate for Mad Dog 20/20?
Also, Red Stag cherry flavored whiskey. I suppose it’s okay if you’re expecting it to taste like cough syrup.
A bloody mary ordered at a tavern. It was much too sour-tart for my taste palette.
A college party, someone bought some cheap-ass margarita mix. It tasted like someone had melted plastic spoons into it.
I’m a huge fan of wormwood schnapps. Haven’t tried Jeppson’s, but will have to see if I can get it somehow. I even grow my own wormwood to make it myself, the result of which is generally much more bitter, but with less sting. Lovely.
Schnapps from castoreum, though. Thick, cloying, disgusting and doesn’t leave the palate. Easily the worst.
If the worst thing you’ve ever had was a poorly made bloody Mary you really need to get out more 
When I was in college, we threw a Caribbean themed party, with a tropical rum punch flavored with Creme de Banana. Most of the girls got sick, but the one’s that didn’t were a blast.
On that note, some brilliant fellows at a party I attended in college were ladling warm, flat gin and tonic from a large bucket. It s not good.
Let me preface this by saying that I’m not much of a drinker. When I do have a drink, it tends to be those on the sweeter side – the ones that will make you sick before they make you drunk. I do like the occasional margarita, daiquiri, Kahlua & cream/milk, or other “umbrella drink.” My father-in-law was incredulous that I asked for a Coke in a pub. :o
While visiting Singapore I decided to try the famous Singapore Sling. Gah! It tasted like cough syrup. I thought I’d got a bad one (well, it **was **the Long Bar where it was invented) but no, just as bad anywhere in the city. Have refrained from trying it stateside.
Oh, RealityChuck, I have a similar story, but I don’t know if there was anything wrong with the drink. When I first met my mother-in-law, at her house in England, she was so nervous that she wanted a drink & insisted that she not drink alone. She made me a gin & tonic, which I thought was the most vile thing I’d ever drank. I ended up chugging it just to get it down me, but kept my fingers wrapped around the glass so she wouldn’t see that it was empty. She did, and promptly brought me another. Had I not been trying to make nice with the future in-laws I would have gagged. But, you know, first impressions & all.
Soju? I’ve not had it, but I’ve heard of it.
Something called Neptak (or something like that - I have googled without success) that a friend brought back from holiday somewhere in the Eastern Med - Turkey maybe - in the 1980’s.
Tasted as if made of bananas, at about 25% ABV. You couldn’t get rid of the taste - it sort of glued itself to your tongue. It was immediately consigned to be the worse level of fine imposed in late night drinking games. If you were really screwing up you got a shot of Neptak - generally one was enough to get the drunken slob that it was inflicted on to leave immediately before he earned another.
That’s the Benedictine in it. No idea why they originally added that; it makes the drink kind of medicinal, rather than straight-up tropical.
I love Benedictine.
My wife made me try a Bud Light strawberry-rita thing once. Once.
She is lucky I am too lazy to train up a new one. 
Assuming Google doesn’t lie I am the first person to think up the “Benedictine Arnold Palmer”…I don’t have any Benedictine sitting around at home but if you want to whip up a batch let us know how it tastes.
