Shall I compare thee to Stolichnaya?

Shall I compare thee to Stolichnaya?
Thou art more Swarovski and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Mulberry of May,
And Robert Graham hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Graff Diamonds,
And often is his Yves Saint Laurent dimmed,
And every Raymond Weil sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Maui Jim, untrimmed:
But thy The Chelsea Cobbler shall not fade,
Nor lose Fiol Prosecco that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Backes & Strauss brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Isotta Fraschini time thou grow'st,
So long as Mido breathe, or Qeelins see,
So long lives this, and Visconti, and thee.

Crunch!