Walking in here is like a combination of entering your pack-rat old Uncle Albert’s home and Ali Baba’s cave of glittering treasures, except it’s all alcohol.
The space is a former gasoline station, and the inside is packed wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling with liquor of every type imaginable.
If you’re looking to browse, good luck, I’ll see you in about a week.
If you’re looking for something specific, best to ask the man at the counter, because it’s there, even uncommon items, but only he knows how to traverse the labyrinth of bottles and boxes to find the item you desire.
And kudos for carrying a line of Ritter Sport chocolates. See, there’s something for everyone.
The Bottle Shop saved our hineys when we needed some Everclear (side note, worst fratboy pickup line ever: “Everclear. It’s mostly water.”) for homemade triple sec. It’s just not commonly available these days, and there wasn’t time to mail order.
This shop’s massive variety is quite admirable, but it’s also the cause of the lost point - everything packed on the shelves, stacked up on the floors and spilling out along the pathways. There may be some vague organization, but not enough to be intuitive. You’d really never guess from the non-descript outside that the inside was so stuffed to the brims with a cornucopia of liquor.
Most notable landmark nearby to help guide you here: Peabody’s next door.
The Bottle Shop
1200 Coast Village Rd
Santa Barbara, CA 93108