Ah, the classic "I'm drinking from that magic barrel, that no one else knows about" argument.
Heineken is like that bitch, who is standing alone in the corner at every single party - everybody knows she's available, but nobody wants her. It's the last resort, by talking to her you acknowledge your incompetence of getting hold of a better bitch and you just want to get over with it as fast as you can, so people won't judge you, but they still do.
Kriek Ter Dolen
Wolf 7 - Delirium Tremens - Westvleteren XII
Ne Flierefluiter - Desperados - Moinette Blond - Buffalo Belgian Bitter - Gulden Draak 9000 Quadruple
Orval - St Bernardus Abt 12
But my formation tends to change fairly often. And I'm more of a (good) wine drinker anyway