Hmm, well it is hard for me to pinpoint my first drink. When I was a kid, anytime that I had a really bad cough and sore throat, when conventional medicines weren't quieting me down, she would give me a little shot of whiskey. On other occasions, if their would be some kind of celebration, she would let me have a half glass of wine. White wine, I hate red.
Now to count my first drink on my own accord, than that would be a Samuel Adams Boston Lager, it's okay, not great, drinkable.