It starts of innocently enough.
A fruity cocktail on some exotic southern vacation. You can’t even tell what’s in the drink, but it tastes so good, and one leads to another. Most likely it’s made with white rum, and that seems good enough at the time.
But time passes, and the demon has set it’s hooks. White rum is no longer enough and you start looking for something else. Amber rum is calling, and you respond. Fruity stuff is out and you try a number of concoctions but then you see the light and move on to the real drink, Rum & Coke. Not diet coke, not “the new” coke, not coke zero, but the real thing, full strength original Coca-Cola, and life is good… for a while.
And then the demon calls to you again, and you slip over to the dark side, the true rum, dark, deep, and mysteriously delicious. Coke is decreasing and the demon rum is increasing. Soon you’re drinking it “neat” and it’s better that any single malt. But still, Coke is a good companion and the preferred mix for the serious rum drinker.
Arrrr Matey, that’s the way of the demon rum
