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Steven Coulson
Steven has been drinking beers, wines and spirits for decades and has a propensity to go about them at length after a few drinks.
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The Price Tag Paradox: When Beer Costs More Than a Night Out
We’ve all been there—standing in a bottle shop, eyeing a brew that seems to radiate prestige. Recently, I found myself staring at a bottle of barrel-aged imperial stout, a brew that the shopkeeper described with almost reverent enthusiasm. It was a hefty $47 for a single 750ml bottle, but it came adorned with accolades like a GABF gold medal and promises of a “once-in-a-lifetime experience” thanks to its aging process. After 18 months in bourbon barrels, infused with Madagascar vanilla and Ecuadorian cacao, how could I resist?
In a moment of impulse mixed with excitement, I made the purchase, convinced that I was about to indulge in something extraordinary. Back at home, I prepared for the tasting—chilled the bottle, selected the perfect glass, and settled in for what I anticipated would be an exceptional experience. As I took my first sip, my heart raced with expectation. Unfortunately, what I encountered was less of a nuanced craft experience and more akin to a luxurious chocolate milk with a lingering bourbon aftertaste.
Sure, it was enjoyable, but at $47, my taste buds expected to be enveloped in layers of flavor that simply weren’t there. I found myself reflecting on the harsh reality: I could have purchased a decent bottle of actual bourbon for the same price.
In the aftermath, I began to feel the pressure to justify this splurge. I shared photos across social media platforms, touting its “complex flavor profile” and “exceptional barrel character,” all while grappling with the nagging sensation that I had succumbed to the hype—the brew’s premium price tag leading me to assume it had to be special.
This experience has left me pondering a broader question: how often do we fall prey to the allure of high-priced drinks, only to find that our excitement is rooted more in the cost than in actual quality? Have you found yourself in a similar situation? What’s the most you’ve ever spent on a single beer that truly delivered, and how did it compare? Share your stories, because sometimes, it’s a valuable lesson to learn from our more extravagant choices.