eg1
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Had a snifter of some of the last bit of my Louis XIII.
Every time I drink this, I wonder if I will ever have something so special again. It was bottled in 1965. Some of the grapes for that brandy were picked before WWI, possibly before the turn of the 20th century. The warm, brown sugar, caramel nose, the ultra-smooth texture on my tongue, the feeling as it rolls down and warms my insides.
Being able to have a bottle of this whenever the whim hit...now that would be living like a King!
What, you're out of mead?