Wow! I would be like the walking embodiment of your pet peeves! The one time in my life I had a sip of whiskey (in an attempt to clear up a cold), I made this exact same face and danced around the room like I’d stubbed my toe. That stuff is nasty, and it made my face screw up of its own accord (I also shoved crackers in my mouth). I don’t like the taste of alcohol, and I’ve never had more than a few sips of anything, and the only thing I’ve ever had that I unabashedly liked was Magner’s Cider. Besides that, if I was a drinker, I’d probably only go for the little girly drinks. I get around this by not drinking at all!

Although to be honest, I can think of one person in my life whom I love enough that if she did the exact same thing, I would probably be just as charmed.
There are definitely people I love enough that I'm charmed by what would otherwise drive me crazy. Love does that!