I have Rum, I have Pineapple! UH! Pineapple Rum (Daiquiri)

60ml Co-op Irresistible Pineapple Rum

20ml Lime Juice

12.5ml Brown Sugar syrup

2 Dashes Angostura Orange Bitters

1 Dash Fee Brothers Whiskey Barrel-Aged Bitters

Add all ingredients to the shaker

Add Ice

Close it up and give it a hearty shake

Fine strain into a chilled coupe

This doesn't really need a garnish but if you're getting all fancy pants, I'd suggest a dehydrated lime wheel

---

If you don't get my title reference, we can't be friends

Any way...

I was chilling out grabbing a couple of beers from the Co-op round the corner from me when that cheeky little bottle caught my eye.

There seems to have been a renaissance in the spirit industry with supermarkets bringing out their own brands which aren't incredibly terrible.

Gone are the days of pre-parties with own brand vodka, some clown always brought Archers (or whatever knock off Netto was punting) and a load of fruit juice all poured into a saucepan and everyone grabbed a straw.

What..? You didn't do that? Well, la-dee-da captain fancy pants. Too good for a sh*t mix are we? We weren't! You'd nail a pan between the 3 of you, someone would be too drunk to actually go out and you'd end up sat in a dingy club with crippling heartburn. But we were alive, damnit!

Nowadays, everyone is getting in on the new quality of spirits and drinks in general which is expected by us all. And Co-op is no different. From its selection of craft beers to a range of artisan gins (at least, in the one near me), all I need someone from their research team to do now is remember that tequila is a thing and stop selling Sierra.

Seriously, Co-op person, if you're reading this, please; that stuff tastes like someone made paint thinner from memory.

The newest addition to the craft spirits parade is this bottle of tropical joy. Made with a blend of Dominican and Barbados rum with actual pineapple for flavour, it doesn't have that cloying, fake ass pineapple sweets flavour that you get in some "pineapple flavoured" drinks.

I'd say it tastes like grilled pineapple if I were trying to be pretentious (and I don't have to try).

I told Holly about it and she instantly whispered in my ear "Daiquiris!".

I then told her not to whisper shout in my ear and especially not in public. It's weird. And just say it out loud, nobody cares what we're drinking this weekend. Jesus, can't take you anywhere.

But I agreed. Daiquiris and Old Cubans (more on that later) it shall be.

So we got the stuff we needed, put on our most luxurious pyjamas (I'm nearly 32, house parties are a thing of the past) and set to making a cocktail night to vaguely recollect a few days later.