Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.
Ada Louise Huxtable
We are passing through the magical force field of the Solstice, landing straight into summer 2014, where we all hope to find that "jeweled balm" for our "battered spirits."
One of the great attributes of the season for me is the resonance of rum, which captures all the languid heat and dreaming quality of these days.
When James Bond walked into history in Casino Royale he asked for Mount Gay Rum and soda. That says it all.
Mount Gay is sweet and smokey, but not too sweet. It’s a preferred drink of sailors of all stripes, a nod to the beverage that was the backbone of British Navy for centuries.
These days I am enjoying Santa Teresa rum, from Venezuela, particularly the Claro.
And now we will consider the Mojito.
For there is also a place in our hearts for light rum
For fresh mint is heady and clarifying
For the sparkling is sparking indeed
(top photo: My very own pic of Stonehenge, from my university days at Southampton.)