"No self respecting Caribbean person holds allegiance to any other spirit. It’s the first thing you learn to drink. 
After all it is in your blood. Rum flows in the veins like rebellion. It is strong and bitter like cane burnt in anger.  
It is what is left after the sweetness is taken out. 
But hold on. 
Before you take a sip. Before you burn the tip of your tongue and feel your whole inside go golden from the heat of liquor coursing through you.
Before the feeling goes to your head and your tongue gets loose and your waist begins a barely perceptible oscillation.
Open the bottle of rum and pour a libation. Spill three drops on the ground.  You do this for those who are not here to part take of the drink themselves.  For those who have gone before.
For ancestors whose names we don’t remember.
For Gods whose names we were forced to forget.
For blood spilt and lives lost to make someone else rich. 
Rum is the drink of forgetfulness for some. I believe that it started as a drink of remembrance."