
Grog. Kill-devil. Rumbullion. Nelson’s blood. Barbados water. Navy neaters. What’s in a name? That which we call rum by any other name would still stink as hell. The sandy beaches of the Caribbean islands where you now relax over a rum cocktail under the cool shade of a coconut tree are only glossy flyers of a drink with a shady past to hide. The turquoise of the water, placid and cool that you see through your droopy eyelids while relaxing … Continue reading