I don’t naturally drink rum. The clear brews are too forgettable to really bring me back to them, and most of the aged mashes fuck up my stomach to the point that I can never return. If I’m going to drink rum, I’m going to drink a rum I can’t afford that’s dark in color and I won’t like it. I went to school in Mississippi, after all.
I say that, and a wonderful woman walked into Cutty’s the other day offering up a bottle of Mountain Peak espresso rum out of Myrtle Beach, S.C. for us to taste-test, and this stuff is downright perfect.