The Spirit of Success: Why Adamas Cognac is the Drink of Choice Among Hamptons Power Players

There are two things that matter in the Hamptons: who you drink with and what you’re drinking.

One wrong sip, one wrong conversation, and you might find yourself out of the cabana and off the guest list faster than a tech bro trying to pay for a round of Negronis with Bitcoin.

And if you’re drinking Adamas Cognac, well—you’re in the right room.

Because in the Hamptons, power isn’t loud, it’s whispered. Deals aren’t made in boardrooms, they’re sealed over a glass of something strong, expensive, and best enjoyed in dim lighting where secrets taste better.

Which brings us to Michael Cassini and Eleanor Sterling.

The Golden Boy and the Untouchable Woman

Michael Cassini is the hedge fund wunderkind of the moment, the kind of guy who made his first hundred million before most people figured out how to refinance their student loans. He’s got the charm, the money, the Hamptons house that conveniently makes a certain type of woman forget about her marriage.

That woman? Eleanor Sterling.

Eleanor is what happens when power and poise meet a well-curated jewelry collection. She’s the wife of Robert Sterling, a Wall Street kingmaker so powerful, hedge fund CEOs panic-sweat when he picks up their calls.

Eleanor is smart. Smart enough to know that when you’re married to a man like Robert, love is a concept best left to people who buy their furniture at IKEA.

Michael? Michael is a mistake she’s willing to make.

And for a while, it’s perfect.

Until it isn’t.

The Man Who Always Knows

Robert Sterling doesn’t care about Eleanor’s affairs. What he cares about is strategy.

And Michael? Michael isn’t an affair. Michael is leverage.

The kid thinks he’s playing a game of hearts, but Robert is setting up a billion-dollar checkmate.

Michael’s firm has been circling a tech acquisition worth more money than God, and Robert? He’s already three steps ahead, waiting for Michael to make the wrong move.

And what better distraction than a beautiful woman and a well-poured glass of Adamas Cognac?

The Last Drink at Polo Hamptons

The Polo Hamptons VIP cabana is all flickering candlelight and high-stakes whispers. Eleanor sits across from Michael, swirling Adamas Cognac in a Baccarat glass like it holds the meaning of life.

Michael doesn’t know it yet, but this is their last drink together.

The last time she’ll let him believe she’s his.

She reaches across the table, fingertips grazing his wrist, just enough to make him think she might mean it.

ELEANOR (softly, smiling) "You were never supposed to be part of the plan."

Michael laughs, because rich men always think they’re the exception.

MICHAEL "That sounds like something a woman says before she disappears."

Eleanor takes a sip. Smiles.

ELEANOR "Or before she gets you to sign something you shouldn’t."

The Moment He’ll Regret

Later that night, Michael signs the deal.

A multi-billion-dollar tech acquisition, one that looks like a win, one that makes his investors toast his brilliance over another round of Adamas Cognac.

The next morning, he’ll wake up to headlines calling it “The Worst Trade in Hedge Fund History.”

And Robert?

Robert will wake up, look at Eleanor across their impossibly expensive, impossibly perfect bed, and smirk like a man who never loses.

Michael will never see Eleanor again.

But he’ll think about that last drink every time he tastes Adamas Cognac.

Because in the Hamptons, success isn’t about what you win. It’s about who’s still standing when the game is over.

And if you have to lose?

At least lose with a drink worth remembering.

Adamas Cognac. The Taste of Power.