I have a little trick up my sleeve. Or inside of me, you might say. You saw that I wasn't exactly run of the mill. It goes beyond just being able to shove my hand inside of irritating former enemies.

[Tyki takes a sip, and while he doesn't put so much into enjoying the flavor, he does hold it in his mouth for a moment. And he remembers exactly when he pocketed it now, it was a birthday party. His precious niece was in a purple dress, Cyril had made him wear a cravat to match. He'd put up quite a fuss about it, even if he was fine with the idea quietly, and he used the excuse to grab a few bottles.

This wine tastes like home because of that memory.] You're right, red wine just seems more luxurious somehow.