I hear you, noble. I like it all too. Clan MacGregor, Philadelphia, I can't remember what the rack whisky at our local is called but it is awful and wonderful at the same time.
The first time I tasted scotch, it felt like someone stabbed me under the tongue. I could only drink Jack mixed with Coke. What helped me get over it is knowing that I loved whisky (and later whiskey) even though it didn't really taste good. I know that doesn't sound like it makes sense but that's how it happened. One day it just clicked.