Drink Bookers with a weapon of some kind. Seductive and inviting, vanilla, leather, tobacco notes draw you in...Like a spider. But at ~65% ABV, you may suddenly need to defend yourself. The moment I pour a Bookers, I scream right into the glass--a mad guttural wail rife with boiling profanity. You have to establish dominance. It's best if the Bookers is afraid of you.