The drink of my homeland is rum. Depending on who you talk to, it’s either a golden rum, like Lamb’s Palm Breeze or Captain Morgan Newfoundland Gold, or it’s a black rum, like Captain Morgan Dark (what I used to drink in my days there), Old Sam, or the iconic Newfoundland Rum, Screech (I prefer this older label to the new one).

While I appreciate the golden rums (and, please, none of these water-colored rums. Sheesh!), I’ve a soft spot for The Old Black Rum. And we use Screech to make someone an honourary Newfoundlander at a Screech In.

My friend Brian (an honourary Newfoundlander) pointed me at this review of the fine elixir.

Wusses.