I have only had soju once...unexpectedly.
A friend of mine (and her family) have a small Korean restaurant. I went there for lunch once on a day off from work. By the time I finished my meal, I was the only patron left in the restaurant. When it is quiet, my friends start constantly refilling my barley tea, urging me to stay so we can catch up with conversation while they do address some routine tasks around the restaurant...I was happy to do so. After we all chatted for awhile, I got up to leave, when I heard my friend's mom shout "Nooo..." from the other room. My friend went to see what was wrong...the restaurant's laptop had crashed in a bad way.
My friend asked if I didn't mind taking a look -- apparently her mom needed something rather important. I generally don't like to do this but I asked if I could see the laptop and talk with her mom. Without any professional data recovery tools, I couldn't guarantee that I could recover anything, and there was a chance that all data could be lost permanently. Mom said she'd be grateful for anything I could do, and understood that the thing might be bricked. I had my own laptop with me so I downloaded Vipre to a USB stick and started the recovery process. It took about 3 hours to bring the darn thing back to life, but some of that time was spent waiting for the Vipre scan to finish so we still got to chat and joke around a bit. While the process was long, it certainly wasn't horrible...my friend even brought some mochi ice cream to share with me while I was working. Finally I brought it back to life and her mom recovered the documents she needed. Yay!
My friend and her mom thanked me. Her mom got back to her business and I got ready to go...it had gotten so late in the afternoon that it was almost time for their dinner guests to start filtering in. My friend asked me to stay for a bit longer, and I said I could, but asked for a glass of cold water as I was thirsty. She came back with two of my favorite appetizers (namul and cucumber kimchi), a tumbler of water, and a glass of...something...on the rocks. My friend said that her dad makes soju for the restaurant, and that this was from his oldest batch. I can't say how deeply moved I was....I wasn't at all expecting something like that, especially after their hospitality all afternoon.
I thought the soju was quite good...although I'll be honest, I don't remember the taste so much as I remember the warmth of their gesture and friendship.