A few nights ago, at Cafe Brasil, my friend Ellie approached me with a gift bag. "Here," she said, "this is for you."
"Wait, what?" I asked, stunned. "This night is for Bossy. Why am I getting a gift?'
"I'm southern," she said, dismissing me with her hand. "I don't go places empty-handed."
I peeked in the bag. Inside was a tall bottle filled with a copper-coloured liquid.
"Rum!" I exclaimed.
She grinned. "I figured you didn't have anything from Guyana yet."
Because we were in a restaurant that didn't have a liquor license, I figured it would be in poor form to try it there. So on Georgia's last evening in Houston, and in furtherance of number 80 on my life list, we cracked open the bottle at home.
The aroma of this rum is really divine -- Georgia and I ended up inhaling the scent for a few seconds before pouring the wine. The taste was decent: slightly sweet, with a bit of an afterburn. On a scale of 1 to 10 (1 being rot gut, 10 being sweet, sweet, rummy ambrosia), I'd give this a good ... 7.5, I'm thinking?
Let's just say that Georgia and I quite happily finished our shots. Thanks, Elz.
And on that note, have a great weekend, everyone.
Rum #5: El Dorado 5-year cask-aged rum.