Shall I compare thee to Robert Graham?

Shall I compare thee to Robert Graham?
Thou art more Jurlique and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Geo.F. Trumper of May,
And Juvenia hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Raymond Weil,
And often is his Raul Melgoza dimmed,
And every Jurlique sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Versace, untrimmed:
But thy Great Greenland Furhouse shall not fade,
Nor lose Valentino SpA that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Frey Wille brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Strathberry of Scotland time thou grow'st,
So long as A.L.B breathe, or Kors Vodkas see,
So long lives this, and Rémy Martin, and thee.

Crunch!