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Root |root|:
1.
verb, Australian origin; recreational procreation, with all the “pro”s and no “creation” (if things go as planned).
See Also: horizontal mambo, shag, beast with two backs.
Uses: “Rootin’ in the Back of the Ute” (Kevin Bloody Wilson. Translated: “Fucking in the Back of the Truck”), or “Oy, youse wanna go ‘ave a root before the old lady gets home?”
2.
noun, Santa Cruz origin; Gabe Potkowski’s nickname.
Gotta tell you, this boozereviewing side job is a real tough gig sometimes. See, every so often I roll out of bed at noon or so and, in order to get the old bowels warmed up and ready to clear out, I check my email. And, every so often, there’s an email there from a winemaker, distiller or brewery who wants to send me some booze for review. Crap.
Now, you might be saying to yourself “self, what the hell is this guy’s problem?!”
But– let me just be clear here — sometimes it’s a little scary… Read more »
What’s a pirate’s favorite letter?? Aaaaaaaarrrrrrr…. Most rums make me feel like a pirate, but this 2-decade old cane juice makes me like I’ve just pillaged, plundered and despoiled many virgins. Aaaaaaarrrrrr.
So this is my first review, and I haven’t read any of the others so I’m just gonna shoot from the hip…..So this is my first review, and I haven’t read any of the others so I’m just gonna shoot from the hip…..
12 year old Guatemalan rum is like nothing we’ve ever tasted. They brag on the label that it’s the finest rum ever made… and it is, dammit.I don’t normally like sweeter rums… but this one is like a perfectly-balanced wine. If you ever see this stuff anywhere, buy two bottles. You’ll drink the first one in a couple of nights because you’ll be so amazed, but then you’ll have a 2nd one you can save so you can be amazed again at a later time. We’re working on a full review of this extra-extra special rum, but until then… let’s just call it good.
A 12-Year-Old Nicaraguan Rum that’s so damn good you’ll be begging Dubya to let you fly to Cuba for a cigar to go with it.
I was down in Costa Rica recently on a surf trip and we missed a turn one afternoon and ended up in the sportfishing mecca and run-down port town that is Golfito. Being late in the day, we pulled into a nicer hotel (in Costa Rica, that means we paid $50) with a nice-looking bar attached and decided to call it a night. Moments later, we were bellied up to the bar and staring at what is absolutely the best selection of rum I’ve ever seen. I mean, these guys had rum on the menu that I’ve still never heard of. Asked the bartender what her favorite was, and a minute later I had in my hand a nice-sized snifter of 12-year old Flor de Ca?a. The rest of the night consisted of a bottle of the stuff, a rather large Cuban-made Cohiba and a long sit-on-the-porch spent staring out at the ocean whilst trying to keep my eyes focused and determine exactly how many boats that little panga in front of the hotel had morphed into.
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