I'd drink a 40 of Olde E right now, why not. I never minded the taste.. story time...
I'll never forget one time many summers ago when I had just turned 21 my little homie Josh called me one scorching hot day here in Washington. He was like "Hey Cory. Buy four 40s of Olde E, two each and then come to my spot. I'll buy." He was 17 but kicking it with me and my friends was already a seasoned drinker. I arrive and hand him a ice cold 40. He cracks it, takes a big chug and goes "Yo, straight up this tastes like apple juice right now." and at that moment I knew he was an alcoholic.