The more I think about it, with me, in all probability I'm just a philistine by nature because I have also never been taken with complex coils, I've always got on better with a nice single-wire Kanthal or Ss coil over a zipper, alien, Clapton, fused Clapton etc.
I remember having conversations along similar lines with the seasoned jug of tepid water single malt guys in the pub on the subject of whiskey. I would be sitting there with my glass of whatever was most keenly priced, a few chunks of ice and some diet coke and they would look at me like I had just taken a dump on their shoes, telling me how I was committing sacrilege by defiling the earthy, smoke-laden notes emanating from the nectar of the Gods by chilling and then ruining the flavour of it. They would scold me on how it was not just something that was created to get you to that "sweet, wobbly, smiley spot", but was virtually a religious experience! It almost, to me at least, used to feel a bit like an emperor's new clothes scenario, one where they could see someone adorned in all his finery cos they "got it", and all I could see was an old geezer with his meat and two veg swinging about, cos I didn't