Vouvray thus permitted the Canard staff to demarcate themselves not only from the world of oenologically ignorant foreigners (and hence, to reaffirm their Frenchness) but also from that of official celebrations with their pomposity and hypocrisy.

Graeme looked sulkily into his grog cabinet at the hole where his Laphroig should have been. Couldn′t have flogged the bloody Grouse, or the Bundy, nah it had to be the friggen good stuff. Little bastard.[…]Madden's big blunt copper′s hand grabbed the Bundy. He sat and poured a heavy dose. Thieving little bastard.

Because several trails from various directions lead into that food tree, you may not be certain where to place your treestand.

Sometimes Claude would lead Joseph to the Louvre—a magnificence Joseph had never before entered—and point out the darker paintings and sermonize on them; Claude was an aesthete.