The warm amber glow of the open fire bounces around the dark wooden panels of the study as you sink into the inviting leather of your Lincoln green, wing backed chair. You lean over to decant the rich cognac and swill it around the fine crystal glass as you take in the rich aroma.
The slow tick of the Grandfather clock remains steady as you take in the time. 11:11. You ring the small bell on the table beside you and a moment later your butler arrives carrying a silver tray. On it, an array of decadence for you to finish your day with. But which to choose?