There’s something intrinsic to brandy that brings to mind images of well-to-do persons living in mammoth, aristocratic mansions. They lounge in the finest Florentine leather armchairs casually sipping the warm, caramel colored spirit from short, tulip-shaped glasses as thin tendrils of ethereal blue smoke dance seductively from a cigar and rise, twisting and turning on the breeze into the soaring ceiling of the colossal book-lined library below.
