The finest drink

I am the first to admit that I have an unrefined palate when it comes to alcohol. To my neophytic taste buds the difference between Grange and goon is not too readily apparent. However, the one drink that will always put me in raptures is Remy Martin Louis XIII. I am hardly what one would call a cognac connoisseur but on the two occasions I have had the privilege to indulge in this beverage I have been quite simply awe struck at its smoothness and richness. The words to describe it adequately are not even in my lexicon so I will merely offer the simple suggestion to have it served in a wine glass and not a shot glass. It does make a big difference.