We are proud to introduce a new columnist to The Rum Reader, longtime society scrivener Shari Cask. She will periodically turn her prestigious pen to the august adventures of the “rum set” in New York City and beyond. — Ed.
I ask you, dear readers, has there ever been a better time to be a lover of glorious rum? New York, nontropical though it may be, has nonetheless become the backdrop for many a rum lover’s rum loving. This social season has so far been full to bursting with opportunities for deep investigation of the storied spirit. (And maybe a sip or two.)
The credo of my third husband, the late Captain Palfrey, was to never turn down a chance to learn about rum and especially the people who bring it into being.
When The Rum Lab brings its festival to town, it’s time for rum-loving boys and girls to clear their calendars. In September, we did just that! The Lab’s New York Rum Fest triumphantly returned to the seductive Varick Street boîte, S.O.B.’s, with a full day of tastings and talks featuring a who’s who of the rum world. Rum has made a rapid rise and is now in the glasses of many new admirers. To welcome them into rum society and soothe their questioning minds, the overarching concern of the Rum Fest seminars was delving into just what rum is anyway. Emmy-winning filmmaker/rum-maker Bailey Pryor explained its rich history in the clear-eyed manner of one of his films. Spirited Award-winning raconteur Ian Burrell charmed us all with his one-man Notting Hill Carnival. The curtain was pulled back on the intricacies of rum classification by La Maison and Velier’s Kate Perry, and Destilería Serrallés’ Jaiker Soto showed us the life of Puerto Rico’s beloved produce on its path from barrel to bottle.
A standout presentation—due to its personal nature—came from distillery owner-operators Bridget Firtle and Karen Hoskin on their contrasting roads to becoming spirits sultanas. They captured our hearts, but we captured teeny samples of their wares.
Thank you, Rum Lab. Miss you, Palfy.
This summer, the raging metropolis was also the setting for a long-overdue Daiquiri Week. Venues all over town, including The Rum House, Bar Belly, ACME, Tijuana Picnic, The Happiest Hour, and Slowly Shirley, offered up their house spins on this crucial and oh-so-delightful rum sour. Jim Kearns, handsome high poobah of bar arts, thoughtfully received our query as to whether the Daiquiri had now taken a special place as a “bartender’s drink.” He kindly corrected us: “Every drink is a bartender’s drink.”
Eager as we were to explore the truth of this, a party was raised to turn Daiquiri Week into a citywide Daiquiri Crawl. And what fun we had comparing the creativity of all these bars. As the array of expertly made, excellent concoctions continue to be available at these venues, make sure to do your part in the ongoing cavalcade we call Daiquiri Forever.
Meanwhile, the stars aligned in Harlem at the stellar Solomon & Kuff Rum Hall in a once-in-a-lifetime conflagration of rum, calypso, cuisine, and raw talent. Skills of both chef and bar staff were on display at an intimate concert with cocktails hosted by Bounty Rum, but the center of attention was no less than The Mighty Sparrow himself. The original calypsonian from down Trinidad way (now a resident, like many greats before him, of Queens) treated us to his internationally-recognized vocal stylings, proving that music and rum, in the correct proportions, are vital to long life and health. Sparrow, we octogenarian bon vivants are birds of a feather. Pass the Bounty.
Until next time, you can count on me to keep my ear to the ground and my glass to the brim. Cheers!
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