Review: Brugal Anejo
Posted by Arctic Wolf on June 7, 2010
“I am sipping a little Brugal Ron Anejo closing my eyes and letting my imagination build a place where the rum takes me…. Its late afternoon, and I have I found myself at a road side cafe near the ocean, separated from, but within walking distance of a small Dominican Village. I’m sitting on an old wooden cabana chair with the smells of the nearby village caught up in the canvas umbrella overhead. Oils from the roadside, and saps from the trees overhead have speckled the umbrella, mixing with the canvas and leather only to be washed out by the rain every now and again. Some large ceramic urns with banana trees stand on the patio nearby. The table beside me has a bowl of dried fruit and exotic looking nuts for me to chew on. Inside the cafe they must be baking, as I can smell banana bread and sticky cinnamon rolls whenever the door opens.
Across the road there is a path to the ocean. I can see the roll of ocean surf in the distance as the waves break on a rock strewn coastline. Occasionally a gust of wind brings a little of the ocean brine across my face…..”
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