Shall I Expand My Horizons and Empty My Wallet

I fear that the sad state of my personal store grows by the passing day. Recently, I admitted to a good friend near Asheville that my house lacked bourbon and the only scotch left was a terrible bottle of the cheapest stuff known to Man and only enough of the bottle of Dalwhinnie that Pankaj gave me last year to coat my mouth. Breaking down at my last paycheck I bought a 200ml bottle of Caol Ila to try out, and noticed in my searches that there was a bottle of Suntory Yamazaki 12-year Single Malt whispering to me from out of the mist. And so I'm faced with either being responsible and resist or breakdown and return for it as a birthday present to myself.