Embers crackle from the inglenook fireplace, sending plumes of Wood-Smoke muddled with French Cognac, wafting from the inn’s crooked chimneystack into the night sky.A raucous erupts between swashbuckler and smuggler as Brandy-Wine flows from crystal decanters.The traveler props up her booted foot on a worn mahogany stool & puffs sweet Tobacco from her pipe, side-eyeing the bravado as it unfurls.
