Given our track record if we led with the fact that we’ve yet again bought a twelve dollar rum you could already expect the subsequent review. One of pain and woe, of price not being worth the wincing and sugar and awfulness. Put that aside though, because while yes Kaniche has a fault, it’s not as glaring as you might think, and given some other aspects – it might not even be a concern.
It’s a sweet sugary mess. Sorry, but there’s no need or cause for pretext here, this is a bad rum. It’s barely okay as some craft liqueur meant to be used with bitters and other spirits. We understand that fermentation occurs because the yeast eats sugar, and is then distilled – but this needs about 100 more years to eat through.
So we are a serious no-nonsense review site. With that in mind, we will use the remainder of this tiny space before the fold to air some things about this rum that don’t really belong in the review proper. Now it’s understandable that we can see this came from a distinguished sir, who owned a piece of land like a mountain, but there is a proverbial elephant in the room – and it’s this. MOUNT YOUR GAYS LADS – WE RIDE AT WHEN THE MOON PASSED THE SUN! (moar like drink some of this and I’ll mount a gay eh?)
Editor’s Note: Sorry.
