The mention of Raymond Chandler's fondness for Bourbon in one of last month's posts reminded me of a story:
The scene is a glittering reception at the U.S. embassy in Vienna. An American matron dripping with jewels is clearly having trouble with the barman and becoming more and more agitated.
A white-haired gentleman, his chest covered with the insignia of noble orders, approaches her and asks if he can be of help:
"Yeah, I wanna Bourbon!"
The old gentleman inclines his head in a courtly bow:
"Would a Habsburg do?"