The First
time I met Ron Barcardi
It seems so strange how my introduction to Ron Barcardi went
down. Not really a dweller of the underworld I did get around the likes of Jim
Beam and not yet introduced the likes of Jose Cuervo so pardon me if my
introduction seems vague at times. It was a troubling moment in my life where I
had difficulties distinguishing the difference between right and wrong and
soberness and drunkenness.
One thought I would like to convey and that was the fact
that I was open to trying different things whether inside a bar, honky tonk, or
elaborately decorated night clubs. The thoughts were all the same – testing and
tasting the liquor handled, sold and served at these joint.
I always thought that rum was a drink for the intellectually
snobs in society. Much like the other liquors that have names I can’t remember
or pronounce. Obviously since I felt inferior to try and taste such superiority
drinks I refrained from ordering them. That is until I met Ron Barcardi, a
master blender of rums.
I was
looking to break up the stereotypes of liquors. I was searching for a drink
that met my own expectations and personality and right up front I must confess,
Barcardi rum took me away from the beer and other alcohol delights and put me
on the road to addiction.
I could never be able to afford to score a bottle. Hell the
best I could do was shot or two until my wealth improved or my desperation got
worse. Either way, I was looking for a liquid that would solve all my problems
and Barcardi gave me the wow sensation and flavor I was looking for.
So in the glass I sipped the flavor. In the glass I watched
the bartender pour the golden liquid into the container that would bless my
lips and swirl around my tongue. The taste was most pleasant and the aroma was
gentle so it all worked good to calm my mind. Taking the glass to my lips was
most inviting. I did it more often than I should have but temptation was with
me the night I met Ron Barcardi.
I swirled it, I sniffed it, and I touched it before the
swallow. Not wanting to contaminate it with the crudeness of a beer, I drank it
solo and kept all other contaminants away from it while it was there in front
of me. I was in heaven.
This is not rum tasting like honey. This is not rum that
tasted like apricot brandy or wine. This was a man’s drink filled with a
delicate sweetness that tempted the lips, the tongue and the mouth with ever so
more. It slide down my throat so ever lightly with a slight burn a little
stronger than I expected. I believe I was becoming crazy for the flavor as I
tested it over and over.
The aftertaste is remarkable and addictive in nature and
warming up to it I could enjoy a few more or so. It gained strength with me as
I chose it over others whenever I went to go visit a bar or two. It must have
seduced me away from the whiskey and beer as it was the rum I kept near.
This was no discounted flavor. It was not the cheapest
around. I was glad I found the rum selection as it opened up a whole new world
for me as I thank Barcardi for the try. There is no Captain Morgan, there are
no more red or white wines. The beer is for outdoor picnics but the rum was for
going in style.
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