It's armagnac. Guess it's been sitting there for a while. Does no-one like it? Well, now it's got my name on it, literally, marked with a grease pen and stored in the mesh-wire cabinet on the back bar, secured with a two-pin lock and silly looking key.
I'll order it by the finger, like an old man.
Be sassy and I'll make sure the bartender pours some out for you.
Well, if I'm going to have any, I'll have to google what tf it is and how tf to pronounce it.