Port, alongside Gin, was for many years something I couldn't make eye contact with. All stems from teenage idiocy of buying whatever was on offer / cheap and strong in the off license and subsequently being in a right state at whatever party I was headed too. And being violently ill.
I have made my peace with both, especially gin with a decent tonic.
Southern Comfort I can't deal with. The smell makes me heave, never mind the taste. Bad memories of being very sick after taking a swig. On a bus. All over myself. Madly I still managed to get into the rock club. Drunk and stinking of puke, god sake the rock!