Bigger beers age better. I had a bottle of Westvleteren 12 that a buddy brought me back from when he worked in Paris and drove to the Monastery. Had lost track of it, and then found it years later. It had aged quite well, and was maybe even smoother and more complex than I had remembered from drinking a more fresh one, but of course it might have just been a trick of memory, since the beer is amazing in terms of its complexity and difficult to compare to other beers.
Interesting story about that beer:
To get it, you basically have to call the Monastery, and reserve a case (I think you can get 3 max? and they take your license plate number, so you can only place one order per year). The ordering system is fairly complex, and is run through a single phone line. You call up, and get instructions for ordering. But since it’s a single phone line, it is literally always busy, because everyone in the world wants this beer, and the monks really don’t give a crap about selling it beyond moving what they make just to cover their living costs. So you have massive demand, and finite supply, with no desire to grow the business.
My buddy sits on the phone for days trying to get through. Finally gets through, and it says:
“For french instructions, press 1. For German insrtuctions, press 2. For English instructions, press 3.”
Now, he worked in Paris for a year or so at that point, but his french was still pretty weak, so he presses 3.
“Please try to understand the French instructions. Good bye.” and the system hangs up.
So he’s like, “WTF?!” He then goes back to trying to call… Takes him another day before he gets through, and he gets his wife to help listen to it and parses out what they are saying. Eventually managed to get it, brought me back a few bottles. Still the best beer I ever had.