Being a veteran of Bundaberg, Pussers, Lambs and the dreaded Captain Morgan Rums, I approached this offering from my well meaning spouse, with some trepidation.
I suspect she saw James Cook on the label and assumed an Australian would automatically drink it in a fit of patriotic fervor.
A crack of the cap and a quick sniff was disappointing. Had I not opened the bottle myself, I would have suspected some tampering with rubbing alcohol.
At that point, I would have probably set it aside for a time when my usual supplies had dwindled to naught. Unfortunately, my spouse was hovering.
The fine traditions of Rum, Buggery and the Lash, were upheld on first tasting of the neat spirit.
My palate was suitably chastised, which is about as lurid a description that might pass the censors.
Coke, of the genuine variety was applied to the wounds, but did little to tart up what is undoubtedly a very raw spirit of mixed parentage.
It isn’t undrinkable. It is certainly contains a good measure of alcohol. The taste is easily drowned by soft drink, but that is hardly the object of drinking for enjoyment.
It was a gift, so nothing lost really, but i wouldn’t and shan’t go out of my way to purchase more.