One year it happened. I give the credit/blame to Hunter S. Thompson of all people. After I saw "The Rum Diary" [a fine movie by the way]. Then, entranced, I bought the book and read that too. Then, there was only one thing to do. Declare the opening of Rum Season. A time of excessive heat and [even for the American sub-tropics] humidity. Seersucker. Poplin suits. Straw hats. And rum. Only rum. My bartender friends roll their eyes and laugh when I declare the season open. They seem intrigued when I declare it to be closed. Because it opens and closes only when I say it does. And why not? Why should there be only four seasons to the Epic year?
Along these [blurry] lines, I highly recommend Bacardi Select rum. A dark rum with great flavor drunk neat or on a few rocks. Or on crushed ice. Or, I suppose, in a pinch, out of the bottle or from a flask. HST style. You can buy a lot more expensive rum, and some of them, such as Ron Zacapa 23 [$50.00] are superb. But at around $14.00 for the bottle, this four year cask aged rum is a GREAT buy. Enough to get you through whatever season you find yourself in the midst of. Cheers!
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