For some obscure reason I can drink an essentially unlimited amount of black rum without getting even the slightest hangover. Wake up with a song in my heart and a spring to me feets.
Of course, sometimes I don't where I am when I wake up, or what I did the latter half of the evening, but that's another story entirely.
“More congeners also = more color”
Wrong. There is very little color in even the most sloppily distilled booze. The color usually comes from charred wood.