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.