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My father was an academic and the thing academics do when they visit each other's houses is to bring a bottle of something. So they had a cellar room full of booze. It was awesome when I was in high school in the mid-90s. My parents didn't drink beer though, so there was no beer in the house except for a six-pack of Michelob at the back of the room that had pull tabs on it. They stopped making pull tabs in 1980. So it was at least 14-year-old beer. It was one of the few things I didn't think about and/or decide to steal.
Similar situation for me, but my sister was five years older than me and age and her friends got to all the good stuff first. All that was left for me was a selection of gross flavored brandy and a bunch of novelty shaped bottles that I undoubtedly ruined the collectible value of when I cracked them open.