A former collauge of mine is married to a man who is a wine collector and is quite well off. She had dome friends over, tjey drank their wine and wanted more. She went down into the wine cellar, found a bottle and drank it. The next day her husband asks if she has been down in the wine cellar, and gets the full story. Some foul language, incl «pearls for swine» and the price, before storming out. End of story; she got her own wine shelf, fully stocked, because that were cheaper than a repeat