Yesterday, I was relaxed in a comfortable chair, wearing a robe and slippers, prepared to sample a beer. As I sniffed my beer, I noticed it smelled like Old Spice, an odd aroma for an IPA. I suddenly realized I had been catching whiffs of Old Spice ever since that Supercuts haircut I got earlier. I cringed as I recalled the barber, with his stylized quaff of hair and self-proclaimed "magic" hands. I briefly wondered if he, or at least his hands, were sponsored by Old Spice. It would be laughable to write a beer review and mention Old Spice in the aroma, so I decided to take a shower. Looking in the mirror, with my Supercuts 'do appearing more like a toupee than actual hair, I realized something. Haircuts and beer have something in common: You get what you pay for.