Sowerbutt's Champagne

Sowerbutt grinned: "By the way, sir, I have recently acquired a substantial supply of Pol Roger that may interest you. I can let you have a note of the years. I also have some cases of Armenian cognac that you may wish to sample.”

The Prime Minister stared hard at the tall, muscular man, a beam breaking across his animated face. “Splendid man, simply splendid. With France gone, my greatest fear was not the contemptuous Jerries, but that my Pol Roger would run out. Rest assured somebody will be in touch. In defeat I need it, in victory I deserve it.
"I’m also warming to your suggestion of the bounties of little Armenia - straight from the table of Uncle Joe, no doubt.”
Turning back towards his car, Churchill grunted: “I shall remember your kind offers of assistance, Mr Sorbay, I shall remember them. We have a long and hard road ahead of us until our final victory over the Nazi scum. I cannot foretell the future, your country may or may not require your special talents again. I, however, most certainly will.”
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-of-Red-ebook/dp/B00B1CWM5M/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358353851&sr=1-1