That's just silly.
Never mind anyone else's uninformed tastebuds, this is hands-down the best beer on earth. Wesvleteren is a Belgian Trappist beer, and the monks only make it when they need money. It is amazing - every sip tastes different. The only way to get it is to call the monastery directly, and book a 2-4. They will only answer the phone if they need money. If you call twice in 15 minutes, they automatically block your phone number for 24 hours. If you do manage to get an order through, it takes 2-4 weeks for them to prepare it. Then they call you 48 hours before it is ready, and advise you of your 30 minute window in which to pick it up (ie Tuesday the 119th from 2:30 to 3pm). The same car is not permitted access to the grounds twice in a month. If you challenge them on any of these rules, their response is invariably, "Temperance, my son."
Normally such rediculous exclusivity and Belgian red tape would disinterest me, but I took up the challenge because my brother would be visiting me a few months down the road. After 3 months of not making headway, I checked e-bay, and found a case (a 2-4, eh?) for 598 Euros (ie 750 USD), so I looked elsewhere. I found a shop in Brussels, called "De Bier Tempel", and sauntered in. I asked the shopkeeper if he had Westvleteren, and he pulled away, darting his eyes toward the other patron in the small store. Once she left, he leaned in, and said, "You Americans [Fuck you creeper, I thought] should learn to be more discreet. How many do you want? Quickly." He is not supposed to resell it, and there is an underground economy to get your hands on this shit. I left with the beer in brown paperbags and a carboard box, feeling like I just bought a sex video. He sold me 12 bottles for a sum I would have been ashamed to admit I paid until I tasted the stuff with my brother. Every sip of my 6 bottles tasted different and distinct. Incredible. And fucking strong. We ended the evening complimenting each other on the gracious way with which each of us wiped the drool from our chins.
I will do it all over again. If this is not a ringing endorsement, I don't know what is.