Excerpt: Abuelo 12 demands ice — it’s too hot to drink without cooling its jets and watering it down a touch — and after that its charms become more apparent. But that smokiness and a greenish character still controls the body, even if it dominates the rum’s natural sweetness somewhat less on the rocks that it does when consumed neat. I like the 12 quite nicely, but the 7 is marginally more satisfying.
Excerpt: Everything about the rum screams at me that I should really like it. But, (and I hate it when I have to write ‘but’) the rum just never seems to find the proper fulcrum to balance the richness with the dryness.
Excerpt: It's delicious neat, doesn't even need an ice cube or water to open up, but it would also make an incredible dark and stirred cocktail such as an Old Fashioned.