In western countries its hip to be lactose free; almond milk is delicious and drinking other animals breast milk is strange...however I have been off milk in its solo form as long as I can remember. Dont get me wrong though, cheese is amazing and chocolate is critical to my continued existence - it's milk straight from the glass that makes me head straight to a window.
One of the earliest memories I have is wandering around the dairy as the boys were doing the afternoon milking. I walked pass the fishbone, into the little room beyond and the smell of manure mixed with raw milk was overwhelming. I tottered past the vat, which sat in the middle of the room, the sides of which were as high as my head, and within it freshly expressed milk swirled backward and forward. The rich sour stench swept over my head and I stumbled back, dizzy with disgust.
Milk and I have never gotten along since.