The old gas lamps reflected off the shiny brick streets due to the on and off rain. It always rained around this time of the year down here he thought. His leather soles echoed down the narrow streets in rhythmic staccato slaps. He had undertaken the futile task of tracking down the umbrella he started the night with but currently . . .
The plates had been cleared and it was time for dessert. When this part of the meal rolled around he usually ordered a black coffee and watched while everyone else cracked into their large crème brûlées. He wanted a liquid dessert and didn't like to share.
After sitting through a whole meal he needed to get up and move . . .
He poured the last sip of wine for her and waltzed over to the small bar cart to see about a nightcap. Neither of them needed one, but the fireworks would be starting soon. They had been an unexpected surprise throughout the summer. An amenity he enjoyed far more than the gym he assumed was on the third or fourth floor.
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Eaux-de-vie. Burned wine. Blame it on the Henny. Etc. Brandy is basically the corner stone of distillation and aging spirits as we know it today. Brandy is made from fruit. It is very common to see grapes used as in Cognac or Armagnac but apples, peaches, plums, whatever can be used. Without brandy we would . . .