For Those Who Like Their Beer to Behave Like Cognac

The only thing higher than these beers' alcohol content is their price tags, revealing a fundamental truth about human nature: we will pay someone to kick us in the genitals.

The line between artistry and madness has always been fuzzy because reality itself is fuzzy. When you add a dab of drunkeness, the line froths and foams.

When a new high-powered beer eats through the side of an insulated paper cup, we don't know whether to applaud or to hide the wife and children.

And we don't know whether to stock the shelves or lobby to get it banned.

Fifteen states have outlawed the newest concoction from the beer industry's Jekylls: high-octane beer, clocking in at 30%+ alcohol. Folks in the other 35 states appear to be lapping it up like drunk dogs, paying $200+ a bottle.

If you want to read more about beautiful abomination, click here, but you'll probably need a Wall Street Journal subscription.

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