Yet he treated me like a returned son, opening a bottle of Napoleon brandy that he had been saving for a special occasion.

"What d'you think I'm going to feed him, Napoleon brandy?"

Here was no Napoleon brandy and the champagne had been bottled in the late 1930s.

"A last drink," he said, nodding at the Napoleon brandy on the table.

To help himself sleep, he had drunk half a bottle of Napoleon brandy, and his mouth was furred and dry.

The finest clarets and Napoleon brandy were being swigged like soft drinks.

Thought I'd break out the Napoleon brandy and champagne for us.

Would you like to tell me about them over a glass of that nice Napoleon brandy you enjoy so much?

It was no Napoleon brandy, but its raw strength cut through the fog that was descending on him.

Never drink so-called Napoleon brandy, particularly when it is described as "aged in the wood".