Despite all odds, I was able to score my husband a brick of Westvleteren 12 for Christmas (I did not get it from waiting in line at the LCBO, but I cannot reveal my sources).
Watching him open his gift is exactly how I imagine it will be in a few years when our newborn daughter starts understanding what Christmas is - he was pretty darn excited.
The only sad part was that on its way to our house, one of the glasses smashed. But he still has one and let's face it - it's the beer that's important.
Now, to save it! Jeff plans to age it, but he did promise that the person who was able to secure this beer for him will get a chance to share the first bottle he opens.
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