For Blues, it was less about taste and more about availability. What was cheapest.
Shrugging as he watched his nephew, Blues finished off his glass and laid back down. "Something seems different, and I don't mean a good different. I dunno how to describe it."
Heaving a soft sigh as he ran his hand through his hair, Blues shrugged. "I figured you would. dunno why, you just seem to get it." he smiled.