Brown

The idiot throws the prune away, and eats the pit.

Let us be ferocious, on the contrary! Let's pour brandy over this century of sugar water. Let us drown the bourgeois in a grog at XI thousand degrees and let the mouth burn with it, let him roar with pain! Maybe it's a way to titillate him? There is nothing to be gained by making concessions, by pruning, by dulling, by wanting to please in a word.
Flaubert

A very fine arrangement

A good day starts with a good arranged rum

The best things need patience.

Sweetness above all