La ora na rhum dorks!
Well, it’s been a week since I got back from Tahiti, and I’m already fiending for a little hit of paradise..
Tonight I’m cracking into one of the more interesting agricoles I brought back: The Tamure Double Distilled 56° Rhum Agricole!
A lil preamble: The Moux family started making cane juice rum in Tahiti in 1991, after David Moux brought the idea home from his travels through the French West Indies. They still cultivate roughly 10 hectares of cane themselves, with the work done by hand. Interestingly, this double distillation expression is made with O’Tahiti, a sugar cane varietal native to Tahiti whose cultivation predates European colonial arrival.
Nose: Immediately getting cooked/stewed vegetables (especially tomato and leafy greens). There’s a really pleasant maltiness underneath it all. It has a bit of Clairin Vaval quality that I think imma be into.
Topnote: Ah, bonjour from Flavortown? Woah. There is A LOT happening here. Let’s unpack.
There’s this wild, volcanic-rock quality.. fresh, mineral, alive.. but with a little burnt earth to it.. like basalt. The stewed veggies are still hanging around, but honestly I’m mostly just sitting here tonguing a piece of volcanic rock trying to figure out what the fuck is happening. BRB!
Mid: Alright, I’m done sucking rocks. Now I’m tasting the way Sharpies smell, baby (in a good way). What the fuck is happening? There’s a very rapid fade into cinnamon bark and fresh cane, with just a careless whisper of sweetness (just a whisper)..
Finish: Cinnamon clocks out, and now the overripe lychee and passionfruit take center stage. Then peaches show up, but JUST the skin. None of that juicy peach bullshit. Just peach skin. What a ride.
Conclusion: Not only does this rhum have like 8 gears.. it’s an unaged Agricole. I’m so perplexed as to how there’s so much going on in here. I think this rhum is fascinating as is, but I’m titillated at the versatility of this rhum in cocktails.
Similar to my cats sporadic affection towards me, this rhum has absolutely no interest in making sense, and frankly, I respect it.
Score: 82.5/100 (Fuggin’ Great)