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The Weller Bourbon Legacy: A Toast to Wheated Whiskey Excellence
Introduction:
Nestled in the lore of American whiskey, Weller Bourbon stands as a pillar of quality and tradition in the heart of bourbon enthusiasts. With a history stretching back over a century, Weller's distinctive profile has captivated the palates of drinkers looking for something exceptionally smooth. In this post, we'll delve into the rich heritage of Weller Bourbon, explore its unique wheated formula, and understand why it continues to be a sought-after spirit in bars and liquor cabinets across the country.
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Weller's choice to use wheat instead of rye is not just a matter of grain but one of taste and refinement. Wheated bourbon typically yields a softer, smoother profile with less spice and more gentle, bread-like sweetness. This approach was revolutionary, influencing other prominent labels in the industry, including the prestigious Pappy Van Winkle line.
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(Un)Common Attraction: Chapter 20 - Party Yacht
Series: TRR (following the events of Book 1, with some changes)
Pairing: Drake Walker x OC (Harper Gale)
Rights belong to Pixelberry, most characters and some dialogue belong to them.
Book Synopsis: Harper Gale is a small-town girl working as a waitress at a seedy New York dive bar. After a chance encounter with nobility sees her jetting halfway around the world to compete for the hand of the Prince of Cordonia, her dream of seeing the world starts to come true sooner than she expected. But as the completion heats up, Harper quickly learns that life at court is a lot more than just pretty dresses and fancy balls, and that the polished aristocratic smiles often hide deceit. Does she have what it takes to rise above the gossip and intrigue of the social season, and beat the nobles at their own games? And, more importantly, does she actually want to become the queen of a small European country? Or will her heart have other ideas?
Masterlist: (Un)Common Attraction
Chapter Summary: It’s the day of the Regatta, and after the excitement of the ceremonial race, Harper enjoys some down-time with her friends...
Word Count: 3,700
Rating/Warnings: M (swearing)
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Bonus Material: Extract from Harper’s Scrapbook
Please read: Author’s Note
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Chapter 20 - Party Yacht
"Jesus, Hana!" I exclaim. "That's not a boat... That's a cruise liner!"
Drake underscores my incredulity with a low whistle. "Sure puts the 'super' back into superyacht."
"Where we can have a super party!" cries Maxwell, already bounding up the gangplank.
"I knew you were from a noble family, but..." I gesture mutely at the gargantuan craft. "...this would make even the Sheikhs of the Gulf states jealous."
Hana blushes. "I don't really like showing off, but my parents thought that a display of wealth and extravagance would help impress the royal family and improve my chances in the competition."
"Hate to break it to your folks," says Drake, "but throwing money around isn't going to win you any brownie points with Chris' family."
"I tried to tell them that," sighs Hana, "but in the circles that they run in Shanghai, worth is measured by visible displays of wealth, and they were convinced that the same approach would work here."
"Well, you can consider me impressed," I tell her, stepping onto the polished teak deck, "even if Christian's parents may not be."
We are met by a line of smartly dressed staff, who greet me dutifully with a hot, jasmine-scented towel and a choice of fancy-looking drinks. I opt for a bright pink creation decorated with mint and raspberries. Taking a sip, my mouth is flooded with the taste of coconut rum, perfectly balanced by the coolness of the mint and the tart kick of forest fruit.
"You don't happen to have any whiskey, do you?" asks Drake, surveying the drink options dubiously.
"Drake!" I hiss, elbowing him in the ribs. "They've gone to so much trouble already! Just pick something..."
"It's alright," says Hana with a smile. "Since it's just going to be the four of us, I want everyone to enjoy themselves. I'll ask stewards what we have on board." She converses briefly with one of the staff before turning back to Drake. "We have Oban if you'd like Scotch, or Eagle Rare if you'd prefer bourbon."
Drake's eyes widen. "Eagle Rare, please."
"Coming right up!" declares Hana. "Shall we move to the back?"
As we follow Hana down the yacht, I lean towards Drake. "What was that back there? You looked like you hit the whiskey jackpot."
"In a manner of speaking," he confirms. "The Buffalo Trace distillery has a so-called Antique Collection of whiskeys that's supposed to be some of the best in the world. But since they only release a limited number of bottles each year, they not only cost a pretty penny, but they are extremely difficult to get hold of. I never thought I'd get the chance to try some..."
"Well, looks like today's your lucky day!" I say as we reach the back of the yacht and a steward appears promptly with a tumbler of amber-coloured whiskey.
"Thanks," nods Drake as he takes the drink and gives it a reverential sniff. Lifting the glass slowly to his lips, he takes a sip.
"That good, huh?" I ask as a look of pure ecstasy washes over his face.
"You have no idea..." he groans.
"Hope you're hungry!" calls Hana. "There's enough food here to feed an army."
Looking around, I spot a buffet laid out on a long table on one side of the deck. A steward is in the process of mixing drinks behind a well-stocked bar. Plush-looking sofas and a massive loveseat offer plenty of seating options.
Maxwell is already back here, busy setting up the sound system. After some fiddling, catchy reggae beats emerge from the speakers.
"I've been waiting so long to try this playlist out!" he grins, boogying past us towards the buffet. "But one cannot party on an empty stomach!"
"Hana, this is amazing!" I tell her, giving her a warm hug. "Thank you so much for inviting us!"
"Yeah, thanks, Hana," says Drake, giving her a salute with his tumbler.
"Well, what's mine is yours," she smiles. "Please, enjoy whatever you want."
Moving over to the Asian-fusion inspired buffet, I load up my plate with sushi, satay skewers and spring rolls so delicately folded that I can see the sliced vegetables through the translucent rice paper. Taking a bite of the beautifully presented spread, my mouth is filled with the delicate blend of flavours and I sigh in pleasure.
"I am never leaving this yacht again," I declare. "That is the best California roll I have ever had..."
"Well, there's plenty to go around, so have as much as you want," grins Hana.
"Yeah, your parents definitely went a bit overboard with all the food and drink," I note. "What are you going to do with all this champagne?"
Countless bottles of Bollinger were dotted around the deck, resting in chilled buckets.
"Well, the party was supposed to celebrate the maiden voyage of the yacht. It's brand new and hasn't been named yet," explains Hana. "But since you're here, I was hoping you'll help me christen it."
"You mean we get to smash a bottle of champagne against the boat?" Maxwell gasps. "I've always wanted to do that..."
"’Course you have..." mutters Drake, though I can see a contended look on his face as he digs into his food. "But normally one does the smashing after they've picked a name."
"Boat names should be witty, shouldn't they?" I ask. "Like Knot My Problem, or Codfather... But those don't seem appropriate for this floating palace."
"Oh! I have one!" exclaims Maxwell. "How about Hydrogenie?"
"Clever," I laugh. "This boat definitely seems to be good at granting wishes... At least as far as Drake and his whiskey are concerned."
"Hey, I'm not complaining!" he remarks, taking another sip of his drink.
"I like it," says Hana. "It's fun yet elegant, just like the yacht."
Selecting a bottle from one of the ice buckets, she holds it out to Maxwell.
Maxwell's eyes widen. "Are you sure? It... it is your boat."
"I'm sure," she says with a smile. "You picked the name, so you should do the honours."
"You have my eternal thanks," replies Maxwell, placing his palms together and bending into a deep bow.
Grabbing the bottle, he rushes over to the railing. "On this auspicious day, I name thee, Hydrogenie. May you sail the seven seas with grace, granting wishes wherever you make port."
"To Hydrogenie!" salutes Hana with her glass, as Maxwell smashes the bottle against the metal railing, causing frothy champagne to erupt everywhere.
"Hear hear!" agrees Drake.
"Whoo!" I cry. "Your yacht's officially in business."
"Thanks," says Hana with a grin. "And thank you for sharing this with me. It would have been a very boring party otherwise."
"That's what friends are for," I reply, clinking my glass against hers.
"To friendship!" cheers Maxwell, raising his own glass.
"To friendship!" choruses Hana.
"Drake?" I ask with a meaningful glance at him.
"Oh, what the hell..." he agrees with a sigh, raising his tumbler. "To friends."
"Speaking of..." I say, handing my glass to Hana and rushing over to grab my beach bag where I had dropped it on one of the sofas.
The others watch me curiously as I make my way back to the circle.
"Since we're toasting and all, I just wanted to take this opportunity to say a big thank you to my seaworthy crew. I had major doubts about us making it out of the harbour, let along finishing the race, but I could not be happier that the two of you proved me wrong. I know the King gave me these trophies, but it is you who really deserve them."
Grabbing the oversized champagne bottle out of my bag, I hand it to Maxwell. "Let's hear it for First Mate Maxwell Beaumont, who worked with the energy of ten men to keep us sailing straight and true."
"Awww, Harper!" gushes Maxwell. "You didn't have to..."
"I'd be happy to have you on my crew any day of the week," I reply with a smile, giving him a hug. "To Maxwell!"
"To Maxwell!" agrees Hana, raising her glass as well.
"To Max," concurs Drake, slapping his friend affectionately on the back. "You did great, buddy."
"Thanks, guys..." sniffs Maxwell. "You're the best."
"And let us not forget Capt'n Drake Walker," I continue, pulling out the golden statuette of the sailing boat and presenting it to him. "Though he may have had many a sailing mishap in his youth..."
"I think you'll find it was just the one..." he objects.
"...he has proven himself to be not only a daft hand at the wheel, but also a great navigator, part-time deckhand and overall first-rate sailor."
"Aw, shucks, Gale," he smirks. "You know I couldn't leave you up the creek without a paddle."
"I think you'll find it was the ocean... and a sail..." I reply, bumping him playfully with my hip.
"Technicalities aside," he says with a smile, taking the figurine from my hands, "you're welcome. And thanks. It sure is nice to be appreciated every once in a while."
"To Drake!" we all chorus.
"Does this mean you're going to start trusting me now?" he asks softly, lifting his tumbler to his lips.
"I'm not making any promises," I reply with a smile. "I mean, I'm not exactly going to jump off a cliff based solely on your word."
"Even if I'm at the bottom to catch you?"
"I..."
Just then, the sound of a gunshot echoes over the water, making me jump.
"The races are starting!" exclaims Maxwell, rushing to the other side of the deck.
"A bit of faith never hurt anyone, Gale," murmurs Drake into my ear, making me shiver. He fixes me with a knowing look, before strolling over to the railing as well.
I stare at his retreating back mutely.
Drake's words were an uncanny echo of what Maxwell had said to me on that fateful day when he convinced me to throw caution to the wind and come with him to Cordonia.
While I had had major doubts about the entire prospect of jetting halfway around the world on the word of someone I had only just met, to compete for the hand of a Prince I knew basically nothing about, I had convinced myself to dive in on the basis that sometimes you have to take a leap of faith. Even though this whole experience hadn't unfolded exactly how I had imagined, and it had turned out that pretty much everyone (including my sponsors) had a secret agenda, I had to admit that I was enjoying my impromptu adventure. After all, in a few short weeks not only have I had more new experiences than I ever had before, but I also had the chance to explore a beautiful country tucked into the cradle of the Mediterranean that I probably would've otherwise never visited.
So, if I was willing to put my trust in strangers with ulterior motives, why was it that I was having a hard time letting myself trust Drake? Especially given that he was the only person thus far who has had my interests at heart from day one and has not tried to take advantage of me in any way? What was I scared of?
"What about you, Harper?" asks Maxwell, his voice cutting through my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Which boat's your money on to win the race?"
"Err... I'll go with the one with the red and blue striped sails," I reply after taking a moment to survey the options.
"Drake?" asks Maxwell.
"Not playing."
"Please?"
"Not a chance."
"I'll buy you a bottle of whiskey if your boat wins," offers Maxwell.
"And if I lose?" asks Drake. "And just so we're clear, I'm not doing anything stupid like streaking across the deck buck naked."
"Sounds like there's an interesting story there..." I quip to Hana with a waggle of my eyebrows, making her giggle.
"You can buy the winner a drink," shrugs Maxwell.
"Do these terms apply to the rest of us?" I ask.
"Why not?" smiles Maxwell. "The more the merrier. Especially when it comes to betting."
"So, Walker?" I ask. "What's it gonna be?"
"Alright, fine," he concedes. "The one with the blue stars."
"Magic!" declares Maxwell contentedly, flopping down on one of the sofas. "Now all we have to do is wait."
"How long till they get back?" I ask.
"An hour at least," says Drake. "It's quite a long race."
"Now I understand why there's so much food and drink..." I muse. "Shall we play a game to pass the time?"
"What do you have in mind?" asks Hana, sitting down delicately next to Maxwell.
"How 'bout a drinking game?" I suggest. "We have plenty of booze, after all."
"What makes you think you'd stand a chance in a drinking game, Gale?" queries Drake, regarding me coolly over the rim of his glass.
"You don't even know what game I was going to suggest!"
"Yes!" exclaims Maxwell. "Do tell us!"
"How 'bout... Never Have I Ever?" I propose. "It's a great way to get to know each other a bit better. And find out about each other's shameful secrets..."
Hana's eyes widen. "I don't have any shameful secrets..."
"But, by the end of this, you will know some of ours," I reply with a wink. "So, what do you say?"
"I'm in!" cries Maxwell.
"I suppose there are worse ways to pass the time..." mutters Drake, taking a fortifying sip of his drink. "And at least there's whiskey involved."
"How does the game work?" asks Hana. "I can't say I've ever played..."
"It's easy," replies Maxwell. "One person says something that they haven't done before. And, everyone who has done it has to take a drink... and reveal their story. The juicier, the better!"
"Sounds interesting..." muses Hana. "So, who goes first?"
"I'll go," I say. "Let's start with something easy like...never have I ever played hooky."
"What's that?" asks Hana.
"When you ditched work or school to do something else that you were not supposed to."
"Oh, I see," says Hana, blushing as she takes a sip of her drink, as does Maxwell.
"Hana!" I cry. "You do have shameful secrets after all!"
"It happened a long time ago, and only once," she says with an embarrassed smile. "I was supposed to attend a skating lesson, but like I told you in Lythikos, it was not something I particularly enjoyed. So, I pretended that I had come down with a cold and stayed in bed the whole day instead, reading and composing music."
"You write music?" asks Maxwell, intrigued.
"I used to," says Hana. "For the piano."
"You should hear her play!" I add. "She's amazing!"
"Thanks, Harper," says Hana, blushing again.
"Though you surprise me, Walker," I say, glancing at Drake. "I was sure that you would drink."
"Nope," replies Drake matter-of-factly. "I make a habit of showing up to the things I commit to."
"I can't believe you out-Hana-ed Hana," I laugh. "Alright, Hana, your turn."
"Okay... Umm, never have I ever driven a car."
Drake, Maxwell and I lift up our glasses.
"Seriously?" I ask. "You've never driven a car?"
"It's not something that my parents thought would be a good time investment."
"Have you ever wanted to learn?" I ask.
"Honestly, I don't know," she replies. "It's not something that I've ever considered, given that we've always had a chauffeur."
"My turn!" declares Maxwell. "Never have I ever... been nude in public."
"You fucker..." grumbles Drake, taking a sip of his drink.
"So, what's the story here, bud?" I ask with a grin, giving a covert thumbs up to Maxwell.
"It was at uni..." he explains with a sigh. "The frat house initiation involved streaking across campus. And then there was the time that we all had way too much to drink at one of the infamous Beaumont Bashes and Max here convinced us to play Truth or Dare. Guess what my dare was..."
"Your fault for not choosing 'truth'," I smirk.
"You went to university in America?" asks Hana, intrigued.
"Yeah, UNT in Dallas."
"What did you study?"
"Political Science, if you can believe it."
"I still cannot," I admit, even though Drake had shared some of the highlights of his time at uni while we had explored the capital. "I would've thought that having grown up at the Palace would've put you off anything to do with politics and governance. I mean, you've pretty much lived it already... Why would you want a degree in it?"
"It seemed like the logical choice at the time," he shrugs. "Anyway, my turn. Never have I ever... gotten a tattoo."
"I suppose I deserved that..." admits Maxwell, taking a gulp of his drink.
Drake leans back with a smug smile.
"You have a tattoo?" I gasp. "How has Bertrand not disowned you?"
"He doesn't know..."
"What is it?" asks Hana.
"Yeah, show us!" I agree.
"Okay," sighs Maxwell after a long pause. "But you need to promise not to laugh..." Unbuttoning his shirt, he shrugs his right shoulder out of the material.
"Oh, my God!" I exclaim. "I was not expecting that!"
"You promised not to laugh..."
"I'm not laughing," I say with a smile. "I think it's adorable!"
"Yeah, he's cute, isn't he?" he says with a whimsical grin.
"I suppose there is some sort of story behind your choice?" asks Hana, eyeing the baby hippo inked on Maxwell's chest.
"Kinda..." he admits. "When I was little, my mom would call me her little hippo. I used to be kind of chubby, before I got into dancing. My dad was really hard on me about it, but my mom never made me feel bad."
"She sounds like she was a great mom," I say.
"Oh, she was the best! She was really smart and funny. She used to say that I was just like a hippo – fun-loving, but tough and always able to make her smile. She made them sound really cool and amazing. So, when she passed away, I wanted to do something to commemorate her."
"I'm really sorry..." murmurs Hana, laying a hand on Maxwell's arm.
"Thanks," he says with a sad smile. "Anyway, I told Bertrand that I was going to get something done. I guess he thought I meant like have some artwork commissioned or something, but I've never told him..."
"I suppose it doesn't particularly fit with the image of House Beaumont that Bertrand's striving to project," muses Hana.
"Yeah..." agrees Maxwell. "This would probably be his second worst nightmare. So, I try to keep it hidden around the other nobles for his sake."
"I don't see why," I say. "It's something you did to remember your mom by. You shouldn't be embarrassed by it."
"Have you met these people?" scoffs Drake. "They're not exactly oozing empathy and understanding."
"Drake's right," says Maxwell. "I...I can trust you, right? Not to mention this to anyone else?"
"Of course!" says Hana. "On my honour!"
"My lips are sealed," I confirm, miming zipping my mouth shut.
"Thanks," smiles Maxwell.
"So, are we up for another round?" I ask. "Or should we do something else?"
"I think that's enough sharing for one day," replies Drake, draining the rest of his whiskey.
"I could ask the crew to take the yacht out for a cruise," suggests Hana.
"I'd be up for that," I agree.
"Me too," concurs Maxwell. "Give Hydrogenie a chance for to stretch her wings."
"I'll tell the captain," says Hana, getting up and exchanging a few words with the stewards before making her way inside the yacht.
The crew quickly clear away the food and drink and within a few minutes, the massive yacht rumbles to life. After navigating out of the harbour, the captain throttles up the engine and soon we are flying across the waves.
After Hana returns, she and Maxwell become engaged in conversation on the sofa, while Drake positions himself on the side of the deck, looking out over the water.
"Makes a nice change from having to scramble around the deck, adjusting the sails every two minutes, huh?" I say, joining Drake.
"I dunno..." he muses, leaning onto the railing, the wind whipping his shirt. "There's something elemental about sailing that you don't get with a motorised vessel. You're inches from the water, at the mercy of nature, relying on your wits and instinct to get from A to B."
I assess him for a moment. "You really love sailing, don't you?"
He smiles blithely. "When you're out on the open water, with nothing around you for miles and miles, it feels like you're on the edge of the world...that anything is possible."
"Sounds peaceful."
"It is."
"Think you could take me sometime?"
"What's this, Gale?" drawls Drake. "You askin’ me out on a date?"
"What makes you think it would be a date?" I counter with a cheeky smile.
"You and me, alone on a boat in the middle of the ocean..." he murmurs seductively, brushing the tips of his fingers against mine. "I can think of a few things we could do to pass the time..."
"Could you, now?" I whisper, gazing up at him.
"Yeah, like scraping barnacles off the hull."
"Is that right?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest.
"It's a task best done in clear water," he replies nonchalantly. Though I can see a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"You and I have very different definitions of a date, Walker."
"I thought you said it wouldn't be a date."
"Maybe that's just what I want you to think."
"Mind games, Gale?" asks Drake dryly. "You really think something like that's going to work on me?"
"Anything's worth a try once, isn't it?" I shrug.
"Just don't get your hopes up, girl."
I roll my eyes at him. "You love being all mysterious, don't you?"
"It's worked out well for me so far," he declares with a grin.
"You're impossible."
"Just for you, Gale," he murmurs. "Just for you."
The story continues in Chapter 21 - Dive into the Deep End
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and a dude posted a topless pic of his girlfriend holding up a bottle of George T Stagg bourbon (a part of the Buffalo Trace Antique Collection, its very hard to find, overhyped, and we know he paid about 300% of retail for it) to brag. Which is a violation of the rules of the server, and even if it weren’t a violation of the NSFW rule he also didn’t have the common courtesy to “spoiler tag” it or put up an NSFW content warning. I am not a Mod in that server and people were starting to get weird so I pinged one to take care of it.
What did the mod that I pinged do? He asked the dude who posted the pic “would you show that to your mom?”
And the answer was, drum roll please: “Yeah, she sees my gf topless at the beach every summer.”
So the rules have changed and I have learned a valuable lesson: Clever rules of thumb aren’t universal, so you should just say “no NSFW content”.
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Arrival in Italy- Vien’s advice- His assiduous study of antiquity
Before him there opened up an horizon of glory. (as) his imagination must have anticipated those splendours of art. The names of Raphael and Michaelangelo, whose works he was about to contemplate, might already have been for him those sources of emulation to be equaled.
However, David's eyes were not open to the light. He received encouragement to persevere in the French way (note: i.e. in the manner of the French school). He was made to perceive Rome as a pitfall wherein the most talented temperaments would fail, or at least lose some of their precious qualities: warmth, movement. "Do not go to Rome like so many others and (let it) leave its mark on the quality (note: flow/movement) of your work, remember constantly your charming composition of Sénèque," said one engraver to David, to which he replied, "The antique will not seduce me: it lacks spirit and movement. "
His Sénèque, which is conserved today at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, shows us how far removed he then was from the simplicity of the ancients. He still demonstrates a (stylistic) ability that he would later have a hard time undoing.
At the same time that his pupil was crowned, Vien was appointed Director of the Académie de France à Rome. M. D'Angiviller (1) had much to do with this appointment in view of the reforms that he wished to bring to the school in Rome, where disorder and indiscipline had been introduced during the administration of Natoire. Natoire had been in charge of the school from the age of twenty-five years, during which time age and sickness robbed him of the energy necessary to contain so many different elements with a steady hand.
Halle had originally been sent on an important mission to bring an initial remedy to end the most violent abuses; but as he could not accept this post for a suitable time, Vien was considered the artist most suitable as a replacement, based on his status as a former boarder of the Académie and professor of a large atelier, in order to restore (appropriate) working conditions and calm among the students. To encourage him in the task he was about to undertake, before his departure the King conferred on him the Order of Saint-Michel, and for the six years of his direction an annual salary of 6000 livres with all the associated honors and prerogatives attached to him for this charge.
Vien then proposed to David that they should travel to Rome together.
David, who had just received from Monsieur d'Angiviller a gratuity of 300 livres, either for the remainder of the Prix de Caylus, or for his traveling expenses, accepted with eagerness, for it was a matter of good fortune to travel with an artist who had already seen Italy and appreciated all the treasures that this admirable country offered to the friends of both nature and art.
Vien took leave of the Académie on September 30, 1775. The small company, consisting of Vien, his wife, David, and two other boarders, left on October 2, but did not follow the most direct route to Rome. They diverted in their route to visit Parma, where David, in the presence of Corregio's paintings, could not restrain his admiration. While applauding the ardor of his pupil, Vien said to him, "Reserve your enthusiasm for Rome, (then) you can compare (note: artworks) in order to pronounce (your judgement) and choose between them."
But the sight of these masterpieces had shaken David's confidence in the superiority of the French School. At Bologna, where he quickly sketched some pictures of Guido (2) and Cavedone, he began to feel his own inferiority; in Florence he no longer doubted it, and in Rome he found himself almost ashamed of his ignorance.
All the doubts that beset David's mind did not escape Vien's benevolent eye. Having himself met with such a situation, he knew the remedy for defeating it. He knew what strength and security of taste one draws from the simultaneous study of masters and of nature, and how being exposed to variety helps you to see (an artist's) merits and judge between them. He therefore recommended that David draw after the masters, especially by copying from statues and ancient monuments.
Once set in this view, David put to use all the existing collections in Rome at that time. He drew the Achilles of Villa Borghese, the Faun, the Capitoline Cupid and Psyche. In his sketches, we find the most beautiful examples of palaces: Guistiniani, Mattei, Spada, Rospigliosi and Farnese; of villas: Emperors, Medicis, Albani and Pamfili. Is David at a pleasure party, or at a dinner like that given to his comrade Despres at the Villa Madame? Then he sketches a funeral cippus (note: a Roman pedestal).
In his travels through the city he captured in his album those factories, those picturesque landscapes of form and effect that Rome presents at every step. He placed a scene of Caesar's life on the banisters of the Capitol and reproduced the beautiful lions four times. While passing through Albano he drew buffaloes, horses, etc. All these drawings were executed in a uniform manner. He first traced the whole of the model slightly in pencil, then he massaged the shadows with Indian ink and finished by indicating the contours and accents with the pen.
The masters, however, were not neglected. He worked according to Domenichino, Guido, Michaelangelo, and Raphael. For the latter, he had conceived an admiration which he expressed thus in the course of his career:
“Raphael, divine man, it is you who by degrees elevated me to the antique. It's you, sublime painter, it is you among the moderns who are also closest to those inimitable models. It was you who made me see that the antique exists still in your drawings! It is you, a sensitive and beneficent painter, who places my chair in front of the sublime remnants of antiquity. These are your learned and graceful paintings, which made me discover beauty. So, after an interval of three hundred years, deign to recognize me as one of your most devoted pupils. My enthusiasm for your works and my recognition of your brilliance allows me to recognise you for my master. You gave me one of your hands. It is you who placed me in the school of the antique: what graces do I not have! What a great master you gave me, so that I will not leave him while I live."
On the basis of the best sources, he added layers after Hamilton's Etruscan vases, coins, and ancient gravestones. He reassembled in twelve volumes these precious documents on the art and life of the ancients, and it is easy to understand that by looking through them he sought and often found inspiration in them.
(1) D'Angiviller- more rightly the comte d’Angiviller, was the director of the Bâtiments du Roi, which oversaw building works and the administration of the arts (such as the awarding of prizes) done in the name of the King. In effect, his role was something like being Minister for the Arts.
(2) Guido is rendered ‘Guide’ in the original text, but is most likely referring to Guido Reni who belonged to the Bolognese School that David found inspiration in. Indeed, if you look at both Reni and Cavedone’s work the connection between their pieces and David’s later style seems reasonably clear.
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