Shall I compare thee to Stolichnaya?

Shall I compare thee to Stolichnaya?
Thou art more Rue du Mail and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Xelibri of May,
And Judith Leiber hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Graff Diamonds,
And often is his La Martina dimmed,
And every Panerai sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Loews Hotels, untrimmed:
But thy Carlo Palazzi shall not fade,
Nor lose J. Barbour and Sons that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Lindt & Spr√ľngli brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Ferdinando Sarmi time thou grow'st,
So long as Aesop breathe, or Chopards see,
So long lives this, and SONGZIO, and thee.

Crunch!