![]() ![]() I find this new decree to be exceedingly appropriate, as the cry not only refers to the distillery, but the namesake of the distiller and the origin of the namesake of the distillery. Hithertoforth, whenever proffering a toast, whilst raising a spiritous beverageĬontaining that whist hast been distill-ed by the Bully Boy troupe, a cry of “Bully!” shall ring forth, preceding quaffing and the making of merriment. However, this time the toast was simply “Bully!” and a new House Rule was born: Lady Friend even remarked that she’d “be as bold as to say it’s best one she’s ever had.”Īlong with our cocktail consumption, we toasted as we usually do. 75oz fresh sqeezed lime juice, 1oz simple syrup) and we sipped, slurped and slightly slurred our speculations. I splashed, shook, strained and served up a round of daiquiris (REAL daiquiris: 1.5oz rum. For comparison, she also tried Bacardi’s light/ white/ silver offering and found it to be much more alcoholic tasting medicinal and sterile, making the Bully Boy that much sweeter. The Lady Friend and I tried a taste of the Bully Boy straight, to get a good sense of the spirit’s character. The aged version, which matures for about 8-9 months (they’re not sure yet, it’s the first batch) should be PHENOMENAL. ![]() A Meyers or Gosling’s dark flavor, full of sugary molasses, but in a perfectly clear liquid. Dave, the distiller I met with at Bully Boy, describes it as being “like an aged, dark rum that isn’t aged.” I couldn’t describe it better. It’s not a syrupy or viscous mouthcoat, as found in an imperial ale or dessert wine, but fools your mouth with the sugary flavors. Warming in the mouth, and light vanilla floral before the molasses mouthcoat. Wikid pissah.ĭespite the alcoholic burn in the aroma, this rum tastes heavenly sweet. And now we talk correctly, saying things like al-oo-min-um not al-yoo-min-ee-um. Then the Brits tried (and failed) to collect taxes on first molasses, then sugar. Rum was the drink of Colonial America, and Boston’s first distillery sprang up in 1667, though little Rhode Island was the big player in the rum game, outproducing everybody else by far. This was popular back in the day in Boston, as the city bustling port was a center of the sugar and molasses trade from the Caribbean. It’s made in the style of a traditional blackstrap rum, distilled from dark molasses. It noses with a harsh alcoholic sting to the ol’ schnozzle, which evaporates quickly to reveal vanilla undertones with an abundance of sweetness. It’s like the sweetness is trying to escape the bottle, lest you trap it back up again. Pop the cork on this bad boy and sweet vanilla sugar grains skitter off through the atmosphere, like reverse fruit flies. Now, what you should understand about this rum is that it’s unlike a “standard” white rum. When I toured and tasted at the distillery, the rum blew me away, so that’s what I ultimately bought. $30 per bottle is where I really start to lose interest these days, and I was glad to see Bully Boy come in under the mark. ![]() Fortunately, they had several bottles of the rum, vodka and whiskey in stock, all retailing for about $28. A craft product like this could get quite pricey, so I had no idea what sort of neighborhood I was dealing with. I had called them previously trying to get a price estimate, but couldn’t get in touch with anyone. So after a visit to Harpoon Brewery recently, the Lady Friend and I ventured down to Liquor Land in South Boston, where I knew I could snag a bottle (it’s about a block from the distillery). Basically whenever they taste like distilled awesomeness (see what I did there?). Currently sitting in barrels is an aged rum, and an aged whiskey, which should both be ready at various times next year. But which? Well for one thing, they have three products on the shelves at the moment vodka, white whiskey, and white rum. Since then, it’s been a mission to track down and acquire a bottle of their product for my home bar/ happy place. Because I wasn’t thinking clearly after the liquor geek-out time on the tour, it didn’t occur to me to purchase a bottle at the nearby liquor store before braving the Southeast not-so-Expressway. ![]()
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