C'mon, then, before you settle for something Athos would drink in the early hours of the morning.

[It'd be nice to have Athos here, admittedly, not just to have their friend, but also because when it comes to alcohol, Porthos pales in comparison to the man who drinks sometimes like it's his duty. He settles a hand on Aramis' shoulder to steer him through the crowd, using his height, width, and booming voice when necessary to make way, trying not to think about being away from home where he doesn't understand things]

Here, here's something.

[The glasses don't look much different, but it's got at least a slightly more gold look to the wine, so maybe it'll be better? Or maybe he's still just blinded by shiny things, yet]