Barbados, 2019: Mount Gay XO on a balcony overlooking the Atlantic. The sugar cane fields behind us, the source of everything in the glass.
Havana, 2020: Havana Club 7 in a bar where Hemingway never actually drank. The myth matters more than the history.
Kingston, 2022: Appleton Estate 21 poured by a woman who remembered my grandfather. The rum tasted like inherited memory.
Glasgow, 2024: A dram of Caroni—Trinidad's ghost, the distillery dead but the spirit immortal. Some things become more alive in their absence.