Shall I compare thee to Christian Lacroix?

Shall I compare thee to Christian Lacroix?
Thou art more Dom PĂ©rignon and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Charriol of May,
And Greubel Forsey hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Breitling SA,
And often is his TechnoMarine dimmed,
And every Cerruti sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Charles Heidsieck, untrimmed:
But thy De Grisogono shall not fade,
Nor lose Tumbler and Tipsy that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Vertu brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Gili Jewellery time thou grow'st,
So long as Fendi breathe, or Chopards see,
So long lives this, and Merrythought, and thee.

Crunch!