Old Platonic
You just can’t get this booze normally. Old Platonic has to be imported from a particular plane of existence, where all the real things dwell in eternal perfection. More accurately: the booze is imported into that plane of existence, kept there for a second, and then pulled right back out. Wait too long, and the booze simply explodes when re-exposed to this common world of toil and strife. But assuming that everything instead works out properly, congratulations! You now own a bottle of Old Platonic, which is guaranteed to be the ultimate [adjective] booze.