My grandfather gave his kids and grandkids a shot of whiskey if they had a cold. When the kids would complain that it tastes bad, he would say medicine is supposed to taste bad.

Back where I grew up, when I was like nine, there were ten old man, all over ninety, who’d slug a shot of "Agua ardente bagaceira" (Moonshine) every morning, then throw back a glass of red wine for lunch and another one at dinner. Three of them kicked the bucket past a hundred years old