I then admire its rich color, how it’s several shades darker than our go-to Mount Gay Eclipse. I close my eyes, rest the glass to my lower lip and then let the chilled rum cascade over my tongue and down the back of my throat. What hits me first is its thickness, what an aficionado would say is its “roundness.” And then, boom! There it is: the smooth finish. Very nice. And the aftertaste: it’s as rich and oaky as promised. This, I pronounce, “is a lovely and smooth sipping rum.” The problem I have with a good sipping rum, however, is the rate of sip. When it tastes this good, it’s impossible to nurse.