Women who go out of their way to buy you alcohol, to help you meet a life goal? Those are true friends, people.
The first rum I tried was Sailor Jerry, shown above. Now, before I give my opinion on this rum, let me issue the following disclaimer: I am not a fan of spiced rums. In general I find them a bit cloying, and to be honest, I normally wouldn't drink a spiced rum any sooner than I'd drink an apple-flavoured wine. But that's just me.
That said, Sailor Jerry was surprisingly tasty. Again, I probably wouldn't buy it as a sipping rum, but used as an ingredient in holiday eggnog, or say, Trinidadian ponche de creme? Oh yeah. With that rich caramel flavour, I imagine Sailor Jerry would go down real well.
Plus it has that awesome hula girl on the label.
So using my unscientific scale of 1 being rotgut and 10 being sweet, sweet rummy ambrosia, I'd give Sailor Jerry a solid 7.5.
Eight, if it's the holidays.
On the next evening, I tried the second rum, Pyrat. Now: these rum makers are clearly proud of their rum -- the bottle was tiny. And it was fancy, all done-up with a jaunty little bow. I have to tell you, I had high expectations for this rum based on the packaging alone. I eagerly poured myself a shot.
I have to admit, I was slightly disappointed. In my experience, a really good rum should taste like a fine brandy: slightly sweet, with just the right around of burn. While the flavour of this rum was very, very good, I found the burn a bit overwhelming: it felt more like a scotch than a brandy. Maggie's husband, Bryan, being a scotch drinker, liked it a lot; Maggie and Laura flat couldn't drink it.
Me? Oh, I definitely drank it. But it wasn't my favourite. I'd give it tentative 7. Perhaps even a 6.5, if I was in a bad mood.
So! That's rums 12 and 13 down -- only 37 more to go. But I think I'm going to take a little break ...
... 'cause man, after all that wine and rum, I need to dry out.
Images: Photographed with my Nikon D300, 50mm lens.