I prefer the any Scotch or Bourbon that is smooth on th palate.
Wild Turkey is a favorite of the bourbons for me, whereas Cougar Bourbon and Jim Beam is okay as a cheaper option. I have tried others but generally they are out of the price factor.
Glenlivet, Chivas Regal, Glenfiddich and any 12+ year old Scotch is hardly an option as they have all different niches on the palate. White Heather, Vat 69 and Teachers are the best options as they are mildly cheaper. Teachers has a very smooth texture to it and not as harsh as Black Douglas.
Southern Comfort is actually a liquior not a spirit! But it's nice thought along with Kahlua.
I'm a vodka drinker and straight at that! however there are not that many good vodka's around in Australia anymore. The Polish always make the best Vodka. Polska is my choice but nobody imports it here anymore.
But I'll always have my Bundaberg Rum, OP is always better than the UP (but alot dearer as well), and the liquior selection is very nice as well. They have a song here that is old as the hills and one oldtimer couldn't believe his ears when I was singing it at the pub one day. The song is the following:
Bundaberg Rum
God made the sugarcane grow where it's hot,
And teetotal abstainers to grow where it is not,
Let the Sin Bosun warn of perdition to come,
We'll drink it, and chance it, so bring on the rum.
Bundaberg Rum, Overproof Rum,
Will tan your insides and grow hair on your bum,
Let the Blue Ribbon beat on his old empty drum,
Or his waterlogged belly, we'll stick to our rum.
These are men who drink it, men indeed,
Men of the Bushranging oldtime hairy-necked breed,
They shave with their axes, they dress in old rags,
They feed on old boots, they sleep on old bags.
Dull care flies away when their voices resound,
And the grass shrivels up when they spit on the ground.
Bundaberg Rum, Overproof Rum,
Will tan your insides and grow hair on your bum,
Let the Blue Ribbon beat on his old empty drum,
Or his waterlogged belly, we'll stick to our rum.
When they finally die and are sunk in the clay,
Their bodies are pickled and never decay,
On the morning of judgement, when the skies are rolled back,
They'd stroll from their graves up the long golden track,
And their voices would echo throughout Kingdom Come,
As they toast the Archangels in Bundaberg Rum.
Bundaberg Rum, Overproof Rum,
Will tan your insides and grow hair on your bum,
Let the Blue Ribbon beat on his old empty drum,
Or his waterlogged belly, we'll stick to our rum.
