My Dad had a friend with the obnoxious habit of spending 20 minutes every time they got together bragging about how great Old Grandad bourbon relative to any other, and how he could always tell the difference.
When Dad ran out of Old Grandad, he refilled the bottle with the cheapest bourbon he could find. Enjoyed serving him out of this same bottle for many years, refilled as needed. He’d invariably take the glass, sit back andrepeat the mantra about how nothing compares with OG.
Also many years ago I used to be in a local bar-restaurant at 5 am once a month cleaning the carpet. The staff was there behind the bar, diligently topping up the high-end liquor bottles with much stuff out of gallon jugs. Ever since, I’ve enjoyed watching liquor snobs order the high-end stuff and pay a significant multiple of what I’m paying.
A bar can get in a lot of trouble for that. I know, because I watch "Bar Rescue." ;-)