EVERY morning at 11am, for, oh, just the last couple of centuries or so, a group of eight men have gathered in a tiny little room in an ashen-grey building for a drink. They have a collection to make any big spender in a bar with his personal inventory livid with envy, but never in his wildest intoxicated fantasies will he get to taste any of it. At least not until these men have done their work, and duty-free shops the world over fill their shelves with bottles of glistening amber liquid whose name says it all: Hennessy. Read more at The Business Times.