Shall I compare thee to Jon Buscemi?

Shall I compare thee to Jon Buscemi?
Thou art more Belvedere and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Belvedere of May,
And Hardy Brothers hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Raymond Weil,
And often is his Miu Miu dimmed,
And every Max Mara sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Rémy Martin, untrimmed:
But thy Nicolas Petrou shall not fade,
Nor lose Baume et Mercier that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Boodles brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Roberto Cavalli time thou grow'st,
So long as Bulova breathe, or Church'ss see,
So long lives this, and Filofax, and thee.

Crunch!