Havana laugh

Bacardi Havana Club I'm a bartender, therefore I like rum, which leads me to say all kinds of nice things about the roundup of the Havana Club range at A Mountain of Crushed Ice. Tiare's post touches on Bacardi's version of Havana Club, which is only available in the USA, which reminds me of two things.

The first is spending literally an entire day in Manhattan's liquor stores trying to find a bottle to (very illegally) bring back to Scotland. The second, courtesy of the guys at Bramble, is trying it.

It's absolutely horrendous. Maybe it's me. Maybe I've been spoiled by Britain's rich rum heritage. Maybe I'm comparing it with things it should never be measured against, like an aged Jamaican or Guatemalan rum, or even Bacardi's own 8 year old. Maybe I've become a rum snob.

And if it is me? It still tastes like someone made a vodka flavoured with burnt caramel. From meths.

Pretty bottle, though.

Metaphor doesn't seem like the right word

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