Vokda was experiencing bro-woes, falling into one of two camps: over-priced in fancy bottles ordered only when trying to impress, or rot-gut with lingering notes of charcoal that went into syrupy-sweet, brightly colored well drinks. Ketel decided that it was time for the boys to become men. Men that know how to carry themselves well. Their drinks compliment their style: simple, sophisticated, without pretense. Gentlemen, this is vodka.