A wealthy playboy met a beautiful young
girl in an exclusive lounge. He took her up to his lavish apartment where he soon
discovered she was not a tramp, but was well groomed and apparently very intelligent.
Hoping to impress her, he began showing her his collection of expensive paintings, first
editions of famous authors and offered he a glass of wine. He asked her if she preferred
Port or Sherry.
She said, "Oh Sherry by all means. To
me it is the nectar of the gods. Just looking at it in a crystal-clear decanter fills me
with a glorious sense of anticipation. When the stopper is removed and the gorgeous liquid
is poured into my glass, I inhale the enchanting aroma and I'm lifted on the wings of
ecstasy. It seems as though I'm about to drink a magic potion and my whole being begins to
glow. The sounds of a thousand violins being softly played fills my ears and I am
transported into another world."
