You're halfway right... Beer is for swine, but Bourbon is what happens when Americans try to make Scotch and bollocks it up completely by filtering it through an old sock filled with pencil shavings.
A true gentleman of good breeding and social standing will prefer a highland single malt, neat, over ice.
An unfortunate side-effect of imbibing said beverage is the acute and instantaneous appearance of a (albeit, quite dashing) moustache, and a predisposition for hunting pheasants from the comfort of your Range Rover, whilst wearing ridiculous tartan pantaloons and knee high Argyle socks.
Tally ho, bogans.