jose wrote:7 year old Havana Club.
Good lord.
Way back in 2004 or 2005 I first met Vincent (BFC Vincent...there is no other as far as I am concerned) he brought a bottle of this stuff and the remainder of it is still in my apartment. During the last 5 to 6 years my liver has processed gallons of rum, but this bottle remains untouched except as an example of what I like to call "The communist aftertaste"
Some people love the stuff though, Vincent did, but when my Dominican maid decided to sneak a shot of it while cleaning assuming it to be expensive she was so appalled that she confessed her minor crime and was concerned for my well being if I continued to drink such a thing.