I was a convinced whisky-hater - having at one stage drunk Bells while at 6th form college - until srw and I were on holiday in Scotland and went to Tain, and Glenmorangie, for a tour. We pitched up, and they told us the tour was off, as there were just the two of us: but fortunately another couple of cars drew up, so it went ahead. But that meant that there were just 6 of us at the end of the tour ("wee drams" as part of the price) so too few for Plan A to work (hide, pass wee dram to husband, so won't have to fake liking it, stay sober as nominated driver for the day).
And then I tasted the proper stuff. To this day, I can picture srw's face: first of all "damn, I'm going to have to share the bottle we've just bought" fairly swiftly followed by "yes, but she won't bring back Amaretto from the duty free on holiday any more"!
Rosebank was a discovery in the lake district - there's a pub in the village of Boot which had 104 Scotch whiskies, though we were only there a weekend and couldn't try everything - and Penderyn is indeed the (rather wonderful) Welsh one.