When I was a kid I never knew anyone who smoked anything but an aromatic. I myself preferred cigars, and one could smoke in college classrooms (not lecture halls) in those days, but I was soundly booed by all the girls in class for "the stench". I never could stand cigarettes, and the prof smoked a pipe, so I asked if that would be ok and everyone agreed. There was a tobacco store on my way walking home and their window display was intriguing, so I figured I'd check it out before going to the drugstore for a Dr. Grabow and a pouch of Carter Hall. They had a row of glass apothecary jars with tobacco, and I took a whiff of each one. All of a sudden my nose was affronted by the sourest reeking stench. It was like how the grass catcher bag of my dad's lawn mower smelled after being locked in a hot shed for a week. I asked the tobacconist wtf was it, and he said "It's called an English Blend". "Does the smoke smell as bad as the jar?" I asked. "Yup," he replied. "How can anyone smoke it without puking?" I asked. "It tastes a lot better than it smells, but it's an acquired taste," he said. Remembering the snooty girls in my class making me stop smoking cigars, I walked out with a bag of English and a group 5 Charatan. The rest of the semester I enjoyed that English blend almost as much as the greenish pallor of the faces of those girls in class.
That said, my personal taste is with an aromatic, although not anything sickly sweet or fruity. Just a nice black shag cut with a subtle hint of vanilla is fine. I still like an English, but mainly as a change of taste when my aromatic starts to get boring. After a bowl or two of English the aromatic has all its flavor back.
Oh and liquor...vodka neet with water back. It's the only alcoholic beverage that doesn't make me sick.