Shipping beer by USPS is a felony. It's not actually illegal (except in some states) to do via UPS or FedEx but is against their policies so you don't have any recourse if they refuse or even stop and destroy your package (assume someone takes it home and drinks it) mid shipment. Many either simply don't divulge contents, or euphemise them. It also depends on the individual handling it. I've had UPS break a box of beer I was shipping, remove the broken bottles, tell me which ones broke, repack the rest, and send it on its way. I've also had UPS tell me halfway through "shipment contains alcohol, will not be sent to destination nor returned to sender, not eligible for refund" or something like that.
If you have an ethical quandary with fudging the rules or don't wanna take the risk of losing your shipment, only route is to hand deliver.
It's always been a hassle, not with just USPS but also with individual state regulations. Until recently (5 years ago?) it was also a felony to ship alcoholic beverages of any kind either into or outside of the State of Maryland without holding a distributor's license issued by the State. The lobby for liquor distributors had a stranglehold on the House of Delegates.
This presented problems for me since I liked entering the old Sam Adams Longshot competition, but not any hill was too high for this climber! In my second career after Uncle Sam's Navy, I flew for "a large U.S. airline" company and could easily write a pass and hand carry my entries to Boston from the D.C. metro area, but 9/11 changed all that with strict limit on liquids. But I also could get a very deep airline employee discount with FedEx if I would drop it off at the shipping and receiving facility at Dulles Airport, thus circumventing Maryland's arcane laws since Dulles is in Northern Virginia. Humm... spend a day off in airports, cabs and Boston's "T" to get to the brewery and back to deliver a few bottles of beer, OR, get creative with the nature of my shipment and let Fred Smith's bubbas do the heavy lift. No brainer.
It helped that I had just completed a day in class recertifying my required Hazardous Materials training course, and knew the procedures and requirements under
Federal regulations for shipping and handling liquid goods via air carrier. I carefully and properly packaged my entries for safe transit and concocted a story line for the shipping agent in case the standard questions about the shipment became more than simply routine. When I got to the office I dutifully filled out the shipping invoice and presented it to the clerk, who started out with the standard questions:
She: "What is the nature of the goods?"
Me: "Liquid samples, less than 0.3 liters, vegetable based, being submitted for analysis."
She: "Is the liquid flammable?"
Me: "It contains ethyl alcohol, but at a concentration low enough to not be considered flammable."
We went back and forth playing "50 Questions" for a while when she finally said she'd have to call someone in Memphis to see if she could accept the shipment. After what seemed like an eternity she got ahold of somebody on the other end who would ask her a question which she'd then ask me, and then fumble the answer telling him, and then corrections followed by more questions. You get the picture. Finally the person on the other end told the clerk that he wanted to talk directly to me. I soon came to the realization that I was speaking with the Big Cheese of All HAZMAT for Federal Express.
He: "Now tell me, what exactly is it that you're shipping."
Me: (sticking with my carefully crafted
but entirely true story, regardless of subterfuge) "It's four samples, approximately 0.3 liters in volume each, of a water-based broth of vegetable grains and plant-based byproducts. It contains a low volume of ethanol that is considered safe for air transport, and is packaged in a manner that will resist breakage and leakage. The samples are being submitted for analysis"
He: "Well that
sounds like
beer."
Me: (in full confessional mode, the jig is up) "It
IS beer." (crestfallen, sigh).
He: "Sure we can take it. Why didn't you just say so to begin with?"
After all that worry and fretting it cost me less than $10 to ship four samples to Sam's front door on the outskirts of Boston, and I didn't even have to play like
"Charlie on the MTA". But just like Charlie, I never returned to that particular competition. The number of entries was likely in the thousands, and the winners always seemed to be the Frosted Pumpkin or Blueberry Cranapple puree malt liquor type off-the-wall entries. Since you had to agree that your recipe became the intellectual property of the brewery, I reached the conclusion that they were mostly trolling for something unique that they could ride to the next Big Thing in Brewing, and decided that local comps would be my venue for constructive criticism and maybe recognition.