“A drink, Miss Martin.”
“I don’t know.”
“I really shouldn’t.”
“Full bodied sherry. A round maderia. Iced muscatel.”
Smith at the bottles. The long necks, the little, the fat. Green, brown, two red and twenty deep dark green. All gently cared for through the cold winter, sealed off safely in their temperate darkness.
A Singular Man. J. P. Donleavy. First published 1963. Atlantic Monthly Press edition 1989.