We had a thought looking at the tag of this rum, and it was – oh like an evidence tag used to identify the poison that killed the Mr. Cottonsword. How prophetic we were. We always strive to find the diamond in the rough, but because such a thing is possible there’s always the wasp in the beehive. Hold on not sure if this metaphor is working.
What a stupid fucken concept. Drat, we’ve made the premise clear too early once again. It’s some rum, they smoke it for some reason? It has this child’s idea of being a stolen spirit. Oh right, and another thing – it tastes like shit. Double drat – well let’s get into it.
Keeping with the month’s theme of rums so far, let’s take a look at Brugal which aside from the placement, and a tiny text doesn’t really say ‘rum’. Overall Brugal is a Dominican rum that’s certainly not as terrible as it could be, but it isn’t going to win any awards either by our standards or others.
We’re big fans of the Don Q (we appreciate those who attack windmills, and make cheap but not shit spirits). It’s actually our main white rum decanter filler. This, however, will go down as a beguiled and loathed rum because much like the Bacardi ilk – this is awful, and nothing compared to the Gosling saviour.
Well this has been sort of a long time coming. We’ve previously mentioned with the gold that this is our silver go-to filler and is a mainstay of the lounge. This is mostly due to the pricing, but there’s some good aspects. It’s cheap, and it mixes well. Now that may seem like a slight against it, but loyal readers will know that’s pretty much all we want.
We’ve actually now gotten close to the whole line for the local Bully Boy, and based on the past with both vodka, and white whiskey it’s time for a conclusion and a confession. They simply suck at making anything, and unless they give some time in a cask – don’t buy Bully Boy.
Warning: If you see this text via search result this is a DO NOT BUY alert. This is just a mere 0.25 of a score away from tying for the worst spirit on this site (Club Caribe, another rum), and even beats the E&J VS Brandy fiasco. Quite simply – this is a giant turd of a spirit. If this was a ghost it’d be the kind to possess you to stick Twizzlers in your ear.
A rum this week in between so much whiskey that we are trying to space out (we don’t truly apologize, but sorry). This dominican spirit truly does capture something of the tropical rum oft desired with it’s citrus and spice components. However while it is subpar it’s far better than something Pyrat XO…
It’s a cold one up here in the Northeast US at the time of review. So cold even the rum is wearing a scarf. (It’s a dumb joke but we’ll die on this hill). Yes our whiskey bender is over and we’re onto rum. Pyrat rum to be exact which is pronounced exactly like you’d think because they couldn’t even be that original over at the ol’ Patron plant.
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.
