Told this story in a cocktails thread, but I’m still chuckling about it, so I’ll share it with my fellow mini-ranters as well.
.
In a total tangent, a friend got a hand-tailored suit, and the (Japanese? Not sure what accent the storyteller was doing) tailor asked him what name he’d like embroidered on the inside pocket.
Poor old tailor had a to wait while his customer thought through fake names, pithy sayings, movie quotes… Finally the friend gave up and said "Fuck it. Whisky Neat. Let’s go with that, it’s what I usually drink."
The tailor was glad to be able to get to work on the suit, and when it was done… I think anyone here already knows what was tastefully stitched inside his suit.