Quotes About Brandy

I like Brandy a lot. She's a vocal prodigy.

After one brandy, I'm already slurring. I'm quite a lightweight.

I used to like mine with champagne. The champagne as cold as Valley Forge and about a third of a glass of brandy beneath it.

Wade Coenen poured her a glass of brandy. 'Theater,' he said. 'Glorious theater. It creates family for all kinds of orphans.

Liszt's so-called piano music is nothing but Chopin and brandy.

Amy planted a glass of brandy beside the bride's cornflakes.

Martha: Fix the kids a drink, George. What would you like to drink, kid– kid. Nick: Honey? what would you like? Honey: Ohhhh, I don't know, dear, a little brandy maybe. Never mix, never worry! George: Brandy? Just brandy? Simple, simple… [George turns to Nick.] George: What about you, em… em… em… Nick: Bourbon on the rocks, if you don't mind. George: Mind? I don't mind. I don't think I mind. Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you? Martha: Sure! Never mix, never worry!

a cocktail of three parts gin to one part lime juice, honey, vermouth, and apricot brandy in equal portions—a cocktail so delicious

I sat down and put my fingertips to my temples, rubbing hard. "We have one fallen tree, one destroyed Rookery, one delusional butler and no good brandy. Is that what you are telling me?" "And the cook's down with piles and more than half the staff are suffering from catarrh," she added maliciously. I looked to Brisbane, who was smiling broadly. "God bless us, everyone," he said, spreading his arms wide.

That room was Rolandsen's world. Rolandsen was not just irresponsibility and inebriation, he was also great thinker and inventor. There was a smell of acids that permeated the corridor and came to the notice of every visitor. Rolandsen made no secret of the fact that he had all these medicaments there solely to disguise the aroma of all the brandy he consumed. But this was part of an act designed purely to give himself an air of inscrutability.

Jock byl vmžiku u mne a vnutil mi do ztuhlých prst? jednu ze svých proslulých brandy se sodou. (Tajemství proslulých Jockových brandy se sodou spo?ívá v tom, že je dÄ›lá bez sody; je to jednoduchý trik, který si každý snadno osvojí.)

With his mouth open, he gave off that alcoholic smell that you get from an old brandy cask when you take out the bung.

How very interesting." Imogen gave a dainty sniff." I collect that you also poured some of the brandy down his lordship's throat. Was that part of the treatment?" "Absolutely critical," Matthias murmured.

1737 recipe for fig liqueur involved steeping figs in brandy along with nutmeg, cinnamon, mace, saffron, and licorice, "'till the whole virtue be extracted from them.

Recipte for the Eyaws Take 1 pint of hogs Lard 1 handfull of earth worms 1 handfull of Tobacco 4 pods of Red pepper 1 spunfull of Black pepper 1 Race of Ginger Stew them well together, & when Applyed mix Sum Sperits of Brandy with it.

It is not much of an exaggeration to claim that the very process that gives us the raw ingredients for brandy and beer is the same one that sustains life on the planet.

Angels' Share: In storage, a small amount of alcohol escapes the barrel through evaporation. Distillers call this lost alcohol the angels' share. Whiskey and brandy makers estimate that the angels get about 2 percent of the alcohol in a barrel each year, although that can vary depending on humidity and temperature. Fortunately, they can afford to lose some, as most spirits are aged at a higher proof than the final bottling.

When I was a child, my December weekends were spent making cards, decorating the tree, hanging the wreath and preparing brandy butter and peppermint creams.

A shot of brandy can save your life, but a bottle of brandy can kill you.

The waiter walked over with a tray and two orangey-pink drinks. He placed them on the table. "Georgia Peaches. Peach schnapps, brandy, cranberry juice- the first request the bartender's ever had for one of these.

I knew that now, reading it in the oversensitized state of my mind after too much brandy, I would remember it somewhere, and afterward it would seem as though it had really happened to me.

I turned on the light again and read. I read the Turgenieff. I knew that now, reading it in the oversensitized state of my mind after much too much brandy, I would remember it somewhere, and afterward it would seem as though it had really happened to me. I would always have it.

I'll just say it: I've never liked stories about dogs. Stories about hunting dogs. Sheep dogs. Bloodhounds. St. Bernard's with casks of brandy. Dogs that could talk, count, sing arias, walk on two feet or dance the boogaloo. - Richard Ford, in the foreword 'The Beast at my Feet

Downstairs Peter Beste-Chetwynde mixed himself another brandy and soda and turned a page in Havelock Ellis, which, next to The Wind in the Willows , was his favourite book.