Most honest Americans of drinking age know bourbon as the national spirit. There are artisans restoring applejack and moonshine to their proper renown, but American whiskey aged in charred new white oak barrels is surely our drink, codified by rules of origin, trade laws, government declarations and the very existence of a bacon-infused Old Fashioned. Right?

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It’s good: I like it almost as much as I like Scotch. But, like Scotch, the culture of bourbon drinking has been overrun by know-it-alls and connoisseurs who won’t pour two fingers without dangling a pinky and reading you the mash bill. Look, I like to curl up on the leather sofa with a tumbler of barrel-proof and As I Lay Dying as much as the next guy, but I once spent a summer with some fellas in the Mississippi Delta who drank Old Grand-Dad from the bottle with one lip packed and the other hanging on to a cigarette. The dogs howling when Jack played harmonica was how the jam always ended. We cooked the steaks that customers wouldn’t buy because they were starting to turn and we liked the funk.
When in San Juan…
We spent a long weekend in San Juan, Puerto Rico, visiting Bacardi’s largest distillery and exploring the port city. If you find yourself on a rum pilgrimage, here are a few noteworthy places to check out.
DRINK: CASA BACARDI