The Expanded Group as of November 2010: (l to r) Chris, The Hippie, Jay, Mr. “A-is-A”, Pat, The Serial Killer, Ruminsky and the Ginger Buddha (click on image to enlarge)

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The Original Gang from inception in January 2009 to October 2010: (l-r) Serial Killer, Mr. “A-is-A”, Pat, The Mad Hatter, The Last Hippie, Ruminsky and The Ginger Buddha


 

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With the write up on the Cadenhead Panama 8 year old rum, I have reached a sort of personal milestone. I’ve written a hundred rum reviews and that’s not as easy as it may sound, since I put a lot of effort and energy into crafting each one, chosing the verbiage and doing the research, all the while juggling my photographic hobby, reading, as well as domestic and professional duties which permit me my alcoholic habit. At this rate, if there really are around fifteen hundred rums in production in the world, I’ll be a candidate for a gerontological institute somewhere before I get to finish.

Looking back, it seems quite amazing that two years have already passed since I began writing, three if you count the origins of Liquorature in 2009. In that time, Liquorature has grown from seven members to nine, the much more successful allthingswhisky site has gone up (and it passed a hundred reviews itself no more than a week or two back, so kudos are in order there as well), and a hundred-plus rums have crossed my path…more if you count those on my shelf I haven’t written about or those friends have trotted out. Through the writing of these reviews I have been in contact with makers and distributors, readers and reviewers, forged friendships and had a really good laugh from time to time (the Bacardi 151 review is a case in point)…and, I’m sure, pissed off a person or three.

There’s really no direction in my reviews: I’m not thinking of adding cocktails to my lineup; news from the rum world will never become part of the site; much as I’d like to, I lack the financial and temporal resources to do distillery tours and write ups; and no, I’m not trying to build any kind of collection or collate the ultimate rum list. The two major changes to my thinking in the last two years involved [1] adding a score to the reviews so I could do rankings and see if I preserved a bell curve (I do, and its median seems to be around fifty-ish, which satisfies me); and [2] a conscious decision to eschew deliberately solicited freebies – I found it influenced my reviews too much…others may be able to dissociate their personal feelings at getting a free sample from their reviews, but I can’t.

At end, two things stand out. I like to write, and write well, amuse, entertain and maybe make a point or two about my experience with a given liquor, what I felt and thought and tasted. Some say I overwrite, but come on, guys, there are all sorts of McNugget-sized capsule reviews out there…what on earth do you need another one for? I don’t need to do sound bites. I want to write something that’s more than just the bare bones, something that is part review, part joke, part serious, part history, part philosophical rumination. Surely that’s worth more than a sentence? (For the ADD among you, you’ll note the micro-opinion in italics at the top of each review for the last few months as a nod in your direction).

And secondly, I enjoy knowing that what is written becomes part of a corpus of knowledge people can use to find out more about a rum when they see one on the shelf. A hundred reviews is nowhere near enough to get a sense of what rums are out there – Africa and Asia remain as skimpily represented as a bikini at Cannes, and every time I turn around some European maker comes out with another artsy little offering – but those who bother to read each review as it gets posted will not only get a sense of my evolution in taste, but understand why I felt the way I did about each product I wrote about.

And, of course, perhaps laugh a little. That’s alone might be worth all 100 reviews put together

Here’s raising a glass to the next 100.

 

 

Finally, after a six month period where I barely found the energy to drink (let alone write), I think I’ve finally broken this one-or-two-reviews- per month curse and started to put some verbiage together.  In the last quarter I’ve been, at best, inconsistent, but when you consider far too many twelve- and fourteen-hour days (not including the family), working weekends and other obligations, I’m actually surprised I put anything out at all.

In the last quarter, then, pickin’s have been mighty slim for readers.  These are the reviews and articles that have come out:

September

St. Nicholas Abbey Eight Year Old

St. Nicholas Abbey Twelve Year Old

October

10 Decent Rums (Roughly) under $100

The KGM Raucous Rums Wrap Up

Bundaberg Reserve Rum

November

Traveller’s 1 Barrel Rum

Potter’s Traditional Navy Dark Rum (my favourite low end hooch for the moment)

December

Ron Abuelo 12 Year Old

Ron Abuelo 7 Year Old

The fact that I put out two reviews on the same day plus found the time to peck out this post suggests I may be able to get back on track – certainly there are enough rums on my shelf which I need to get around to reviewing, and that’s not even including white rums, which thus far I’ve more or less stayed away from (and underproof rums, which I won’t bother buying any longer).

The writing will, of course, continue – along with photography, it provides me with a welcome release from more numerically based nonsense I do to pay for the family extravagances (everything which is not rum) – it’s more a question of doing it in the time available and still maintaining a level that is interesting and informative (and occasionally funny).  One project I have to get around to is looking at the older reviews and rating them so that my distribution chart shows the spread of all rums…I want to see if a bell curve is maintained.

2011 as a whole was a pretty good one from the perspective of rums.  Kensington Wine Market began what I hope is a twice-a-year rum tasting event (both the Rum Nation and St. Nicholas Abbey rums were brought to my attention here); I began a scoring system to rate rums, in spite of my continuing dissatisfaction with it. I managed to taste about fifty or so brand new rums and renew my acquaintance with many more.  Liquorature is now an entrenched institution among the seven to nine of us who go there every month, as is the practice of special invitees, phenomenal food and always the token rum for Sir Ruminsky. And of course, the ongoing Star Trek references, continual Mandingo jokes, and nods to professional wrestling.

So to all who pass through here from time to time, thanks for reading, and for leaving the odd comment.  Have a good season.

 

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Last year I posted a list of my favourite rums under fifty dollars.  It’s proved to be quite a hit: for a modest little site like ours, that list keeps getting decent hits.  I’ll probably put out another one this year.  My intention  here is to drift into more expensive waters.  Oh, I know that when one talks about whiskies worth this kind of money, you’re still in crap territory – every time I go into KGM or WP or any of the boutique-wannabes, the really nice stuff is almost always north of three figures.  I see that as the beauty abut rums, though – their lack of what I call street cred in the coinnoisseur’s world keeps prices low enough that riff raff like me can afford them.  So when I post a list of ten good rums that you can get (in Canada) for under a c-note, my take is that you are really getting good quality for money.

I should also point out that when you are getting into this somewhat more exclusive atmosphere, you are also heading away from mixing bases or black cake ingredients, and into sipping territory – stuff that can and should be enjoyed on its own.  Almost all of these rums are sippers and should be approached as such – at least at the inception.  I don’t hold with the concept my northern friend has, that there ain’t a likker that can’t be enhanced in a cocktail…but I leave that thorny decision up to you: you now know my opinion on the matter.  Go thou and choose for thyself.

1. The first and maybe even the best on this list has to be the El Dorado 21 year old ($90). Deep, dark, warm and slightly dry, this is the epitome of the Guyanese rums.  It’s not as sweet as the 25 year old, and has a body, a mouthfeel, a palate and a nose that combine molasses, old leather and fruits in a way that it simply sublime. If this was a girl I’d have married it long ago, and as the epitome of grace and strength and loveliness, I can only say she’s called Amallie.

2. A.D. Rattray Caroni 13 year old ($70). I called this rum a rum lover’s secret discovery, a prime number of a rum, indivisible by anything except you and itself.  It’s rare, it’s going to be gone soon (Caroni closed many moons ago), and it’s lovely.  Bottled at 46%, this relative beefcake of a sipper is a shade spicy, yes, and wussies need not apply: but let it sit for a minute and observe how all flavours deepen and concentrate.  I don’t often re-buy liquors once I’ve finished what I bought the first time (and written about it) – here I already have another two unopened on my shelf. (Note: many bottlers bought Caroni stock prior to its dissolution, so you can expect others beyond AD Rattray to come out with variations.)

3. Ron Zacapa 23 Solera.  I honestly don’t know how much this costs, since this excellent solera is currently not to be had in Alberta– I paid $80 for mine.  I have sampled a few soleras and didn’t care much for them as a whole (too thin for the most part, not robust enough), but this one blew my socks off and I have to reastrain myself from taking it out every weekend.  Just sweet enough, voluptuous body, a truly stunning nose, and a mouthful of flavours combining cherries, cinnamon, vanilla, orange, nuts…wow.  No wonder it’s considered a touchstone. A must on your shelf and a gift no-one should refuse.

4. Zaya Gran Reserva ($70).  These days it’s controversial to like this baby.  Ever since production moved out of Guatemala(home of the Zacapa) to Trinidad, the grumbling has not ceased: too sweet, too adulterated, too spiced and (horrors!) no mention is made on the label about any additives, though clearly, in the opinion of many, there must be.  I have to take it on its merits and just say I like it: soft, fruity, sweet, excellent mouthfeel and like the first and longest real kiss of your teenage life.  About as different from the El Dorado 15 as you can get, and worth the money if you’re willing to ignore the disdain of the purists.

5. There are too many Renegade Rums from Bruichladdich which I have not yet tried, so I’ll just pick my favourite of the few I’ve managed to sample: Renegade Trinidad 1991 16 year old (port barrel finish, about $70).  Not all will enjoy its overproof nature (46%) and attendant spiciness.  Man up there, dude.  You’ll get traces of oak, port, tobacco and caramel, and maybe burnt apples.  A lot of people have commented on its whisky-like taste and finish, including me.  You want to see what  whisky maker can do for (or to) a rum when experimenting a little?  Here’s your answer. It’s my ambition to one day be able to have the entire line, but I keep running into the El Dorado Problem.

6. El Dorado 15 year old ($60).  My pappy’s favourite (or so he says -  he may be lying in order to get me to spring for the 21 year old).  This rum is the bridge to the 21 and 25 for sure, but forgets none of its heritage of the 12 year old  and less, and is still all teenager, bouncy and sprightly, flexing its glutes, full of life and vitality. Nose and palate are redolent of molasses (though not as much as you’d think), smoke, charcoal hints, all leavened with a delightfully light fruitness, cinnamon and orange peel.  Here’s a rum I suppose you could mix, but why would you?

7. Flor de Cana Centenario 21 15 year old ($90) A very solid if oddly different rum from a Nicaraguan distiller also responsible for the phenomenal 18 year old. This is a lovely, dry, lighter-than-normal rum aged 15 years in oak barrels.  A shade sere and not quite as sweet as Cana’s other offerings, it caresses your taste buds with a delicate yet assertive scent of floral and herbal traces wound about with caramel and honey.  Fine, clean and smooth exit: definitely a rum I was happy to have shelled out for.

8. Rum Nation Panama 18 yr old (~$80).  I haven’t reviewed this yet, just had it at the last KGM Rum Tasting, but should sound the trumpets for those North of 49: this thing is brilliant for its price, exceeded only by the more expensive 12 year old Anniversario (which costs three figures and doesn’t therefore count here).  43% budding musclebeach from Martinque rum stock.  Soft, smooth and well rounded, well balanced. Sweet, grape-like, with notes of dark citrus, tangerine, caramel, candy and chocolate.  A clear and relatively light rum in a really cool box that will lighten your wallet to show it’s no accident and is worth (in my own opinion) every peso you pay.

9. Juan Santos 21 year old ($90).  My discovery for this year and it was too long in coming.  I think this baby is called Ron Santero in Colombia, but it’s a rose by any other name…and is a liquid bottled symphony.  Relatively light, medium sweet, and with one of the best balances of flavours I’ve had – toffee, cofee and caramel, with hints of soft spices and flowers.  Smooth on entry and exit. I simply cannot say enough good things about this product of South America, and recommend it highly.  Note that its younger siblings are also above average for their ages and if you want to dip your toe in cautiously to this unknown brand, the 9 yr old and 12 yr old are excellent first tries to get you hooked.

10. Pusser’s 15 year old (~$60).  A solid, powerful man’s rum that assaults your palate with tiny hammers of Thor.  It’s not stronger or more flavourful than others, yet manages to leave an impression of being big, brawny and cheerfully uncouth.  Spicy, earthy nose that mellows fast into a smoother note, and a taste that at once attempts to brain and seduce you.  A barbarian in leotards, to paraphrase my own review, and I’ve got a kind of love-hate relationship with it.  Most of my friends have an opinion for good or ill on this one, so I’ll leave you to come up with your own…my take is you’ll remember it no matter what your impression.

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So there we have it, ten decent rums that herd you into sipping territory, will dent your wallet somewhat, but reward the patience and effort.  Every few weeks on the Ministry of Rum I see some newcomer to the rum world asking for advice in what to start with.  Between this list and the other one about those under $50, I’d like to think a good intro has been made.

There are other rums in this price range, of course there are. I can only scrape off the top of the iceberg, and recommend those that I have tried. I’ve found all these rums in Calgary and they appear regularly on many review sites, so in terms of commonality, I think I’ve come up with a good representative sample that won’t disappoint.

Enjoy. And drive safely, please. Winter is coming.

The Current Lineup from the Abbey

Ever since I tried the ten year old at the February 2011 rum tasting at Kensington Wine Market, I’ve been a fan (the photo above shows the damage I’ve done to the bottle, which I share sparingly and sip very occasionally).  The Abbey – which is not an Abbey at all, merely named so – is a small 300+ year old plantation in the north of  Barbados which was bought from the Caves in 2006 by the Warren family, who immediately set out to preserve the Jacobean house on the grounds and reinstitute the practice of distilling and bottling rum (a practice abandoned in 1947, when the previous distillation equipment was sold as scrap). Currently all production takes place on the grounds – which are open for tours – and the story goes you can take your empty flagon to them for a refill at a nominal cost.

St Nicholas Abbey intends to make a white rum by 2012, as well as a three and a five year old in the very near future: but what I’m waiting for is the maturing stocks they currently have which will in 2013 become the fifteen year old and in 2018 the 20 year old.  My wallet already sighs at the expense, ’cause if the current crop is expensive, these are going to be stratospheric.

Anyway, the reviews  of the current set of three:

The 8 year old is here

The 10 year old is here

The 12 year old is here.

Enjoy.

 

 

Slate Magazine’s Mark Garrison writes a short, on-point article on rums, noting both its variety and resurgence.  Nothing particularly in depth, but an interesting read for all that.

It’s not a usual practice for me to post news on rums here, since such news is quite ably covered by other places (including Mike’s excellent RumConnection website); too, I like the low key nature of this site, which is not strictly for news or even reviews, but one which catalogues the various things members of Liquorature are up to and what they have been reading or swilling.

Having said that, I would like to draw attention to the Forbes magazine article written by Larry Olmsted on a new rum by the Panamanian outfit Varela Hermanos, a Solera 30 (no, this does not mean it is thirty years old) called Ron Abuelo Centuria.  Worth a read for sure, perhaps worth me dropping a few quid on the bottle if it ever hits Alberta. Of course, I may just be a sucker for claims of some kind of exclusivity, ha ha. Still, given my doubts about Soleras, Olmstead’s article could be what tips me over into giving them a more serious look going forward, as thus far I’ve not given them much attention.

Oh yeah: the commentary below the main article might be even more informative…

…Make lemonade.

An old adage that I think we could all stand to think about from time to time.

This has been a rough spell.  The past…I don’t know how long…has been chock full of low lows and a few tippy top highs.  I don’t know too many mates who said they had a good 2010.  I think for many 2011 has begun just as staggeringly…unappetizing.  Perhaps it is mostly to do with the station in life we find ourselves in (many of us in the same-ish age group)…or this ongoing economic turmoil…or the consistently pressurized and ‘always-on-a-deadline’ work thing.  Who knows.

I do know however that I’ve been thinking long and hard of late.  I think it was Jay who was sitting out back with me over a nice old whisky a few nights back when I said ‘sometimes things aren’t so bad, huh?’.

I think we lose sight of the forest for the trees sometimes.  All the shit that comes before, usually leads to green grass later.  The ‘now’ fertilizes the ‘later’, if you get my drift and excuse the poor metaphor.

At the end of the day, I come home to my beautiful children and sexy wife.  We eat well (and almost always together around the table).  The kids settle fairly well and occasionally early.  Evenings often involve a mate or two out back with a fine dram in hand…or a night curled up with my bride on the couch.  The weekends…usually both.  At least once a month I meet with most of my pals for Liquorature.  We act like men.  We’re rude…crude…loud and obnoxious.  We’re also literate…intelligent…driven and charming.  That’s why Liquorature works.  And it is my salvation.  My escape from the here and now of mundanity (is that a word?) The rest of my existence is peppered with good music (by my standards anyway), good movies, good coffee and a lot of freedom.

All’s I’m sayin’s this…

Chances are, for somebody else out, there your worst day could be their best day.  None of us have it too rough.

So finally…cheers to all o’ you f*ckers who make my life good.  You are appreciated.  If you’re ever having a miserable day, gimme a call and I’ll pour you a drink and sip the sun down with ya.  Promise.

In the words of Shannon Hoon (who is sorely, sadly missed):

“As we all play parts of tomorrow

Some ways will work and other ways we’ll play

But I know we can’t all stay here forever

So I want to write my words on the face of today.”

 

May 5th 1992.  A release date that will live for…well, a heckuva long time.

Because, before Assassin’s Creed, before Metal Gear Solid, Socomm or Call of Duty, before Quake and Duke Nukem (long may he reign as King of Vaporware), there was the ur-game of them all, the ancient DNA of all first person shooters, and it was released that day.  Nope, not Doom, but its startlingly original, blood spattered, laughingly and irreverently pixellated daddy, Wolfenstein 3d.

While I fully acknowledge the origin of the game in Muse software’s 1984 incarnation, it was id software’s 1992 revisit of the game that broke all barriers and ushered in the era of the true first person shooter, where the environment was realistic looking 3d and scrolling and perspective were from that of the player.  But what really made it a breakout success and runaway hit was the stroke of genius Id/Apogee had, of giving away the first episode for free, and then charging for the remaining five. Shareware was well on the way to changing business models for the entire software industry.

Wolfenstein 3d sold like a gazillion copies.  Office managers routinely cursed its name. Parents were constantly kicked off their own computers (when they had them) by their kids, who played all night sessions, and then got hooked themselves after watching it for a while. Until its even better successor Doom came along (with its equally original and innovative network deathmatch play), it was quoted as one of the greatest contributors to loss of office productivity between 1992 and 1994.

One of the reasons for its perennial attraction for just about anyone of any age, was its ease of use.  Left and right arrow keys, space to shoot, and maybe two other keys to throw a grenade or push a wall for secrets.  Compare that to today’s games, which use what seems like every key on my board, plus a few I never heard of.   My son kicks my ass at the Wii and playstation games, but I moider da bum on keys…so long as I can use just a few and I don’t have to think in 3d.  Wolfenstein’s game engine made all that possible.

Wolfenstein 3d ushered in the first glimpse of a true FPS, much as Jordan Mechener’s original Prince of Persia almost redefined how graphics should look in an adventure game (both have now merged into fully rendered 3d worlds, but at the time their innovations were stunning and revolutionary to people who had only ever seen side-scolling images that did not move like real objects)

Seen today, we smile at the archaic graphics and clumsy bitmaps and poorly rendered images.  Relative to today’s sleek gaming worlds, of course they are.  At the time though, we had never seen anything quite like it.  And me and my friends, we stayed late at our offices, played all the levels (plus more freebies), did speed runs and became masters and boasted of our achievements when we met for beers.

I’m sure today’s twelve-fingered, thick-thumbed and iron-wristed Xbox and PS3 ur-swamis are as bad, as addicted and as dedicated as we once were. But I can almost guarantee that they never had quite as much fun as we did in those days when the technology was so new it had literally never been seen before.  That technologically-inspired sense of wonder and fun, plus ten beers and a pack of smokes would keep us going in our offices until long past midnight, surrounded by tinny speakers, glowing big-ass monitor and other crazies doing exactly the same thing.

Beat that, newbs

This German website has published one of the best researched articles on DDL and its various stills I’ve ever read. I referred to the German version for some of my work on the reviews of DDL’s rums – especially the 25 year old – but now that it’s in English, it is well worth going to their website for a read.

http://www.cocktailsoldfashioned.de/2011/02/demerara-distillers-limited-guyana-rum/

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