At a function the other day, I was kindly offered a choice of drink; the first, a Virgin Mary (sans alcohol), the other, a Bloody Mary.
Somehow, the idea of drinking a Virgin Mary sounds all wrong, completely and deeply heretical.
Like,
"What will you have?"
"Make mine a Virgin Mary."
It's just the religious overtone: To drink the mother of the Son of God just can't be right.
On the other hand, imbibing a Bloody Mary before the sun was even over the yardarm seems like a sure way to find oneself on the well trodden road to hell.
I won't tell you what I had, the devil's in the detail.
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