A recent decision to rewatch HBO's Succession has sucked me right back into the world of quiet luxury in New York.

More than once, I've found myself pausing a scene to ask Google just how much an understated Margiela T-shirt or Gucci turtleneck worn by one of the hapless Roy siblings would cost in real life, and invariably being shocked by the results. 

And each time a power-hungry CEO drops a small fortune on a restaurant bill or a bottle of champagne at one of the big city's most exclusive bars, I imagine what it might be like to be so filthy rich that nothing is off the menu. 

Escapism at its finest.  

Really tough, while it's fun to fantasise about vintage wines and bougie bubbles, truth be told, even if I were to win the lottery tomorrow, I don't think I'd have it in me to part with silly amounts of money for any single beverage. 

Take whisky, for example. I love........

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