Quotes About Rum

I'm a Hemingway fan, so in a manner of speaking, I've been fishing with him already. But man, would I love to board Pilar in Key West and head south until we have a day-long battle with a tarpon, haul that bad boy up, then celebrate by telling lies over rum on a Cuban terrace.

People think I'm terrifying but I'm really not. I am firm, yes, definitely firm, but I also have fun, I like my champagne, perhaps a rum and Coke, a laugh with the girls, all of that. Honest.

Happy birthday, Nicaragua. I drank a toast in the best rum in the world, Flor de Caña Extra Seco. Mixed with Coke, it was called a Nica-libre, and after a few glasses I was ready to take on the salsa champions and knock them dead. I went outside to dance.

Broccoli is not as bad as people make out. It might give you wind, but I'd prefer to have wind and have good health. Health is the number one thing on the planet. However, I am quite partial to rum and raisin ice cream.

Wine is crying juice. Rum is worse.

Astronomers who were recently sifting through thousands of signals from Sagittarius B2, a big dust cloud at the center of our galaxy, found a substance there called ethyl formate, which is the chemical responsible for the flavor of raspberries, and the smell of rum, the drink popular with pirates. Therefore, our galaxy tastes a bit of raspberries and smells of rum, which is nice.

los astrónomos que recientemente han estado escudriñando miles de señales de Sagitario B2, una gran nube de polvo situada en el centro de nuestra galaxia, han encontrado allí una sustancia llamada etil-formato, que es la responsable química del sabor de las frambuesas y del olor del ron, la popular bebida de los piratas. Por lo tanto, nuestra galaxia sabe un poco a frambuesa y huele a ron, lo cual es agradable.

nothing beats a couple of really stiff banana daiquiris enriched with yogurt. The bananas have tryptophan and magnesium to make your target dozy and potassium to keep them that way. The yogurt delivers melatonin, tryptophan, and calcium, and to seal the deal, they make a 168-proof rum in Barbados that might as well be knockout drops. By

Constantinople, the largest city in the world and capital of the Byzantine Roman Empire (Rum to Arabs and Turks), had fallen. Europe's last surviving link to the age of the Caesars would be remade as a Muslim city and renamed Istanbul. It would remain the headquarters of the sultan's descendants for the next 460 years.

The mai tai got its name when two Polynesian alcoholics got in a fight over some neckwear.

We are Republicans, and don't propose to leave our party and identify ourselves with the party whose antecedents have been Rum, Romanism, and Rebellion.

Why is the RUM always gone

Exu eats anything in the way of food, but he drinks only one thing: straight rum. At the crossroads Exu waits sitting upon the night to take the most difficult road, the narrowest, the most winding, the bad road, it is generally held, for all Exu wants is to frolic, to make mischief. Exu, the great mischief-maker, Vadinho's patron deity.

Such was the demand for sugar, the price of a sweet tooth was a toothless smile. Such was the demand for coffee, the price of caffeine was addiction, heart palpitations, osteoporosis and general irritability. The price of rum was chronic liver disease, alcoholism and permanent memory loss. The cost of tobacco was cancer, stained teeth and emphysema.

There are no pirates in Port Royal

Dreizehn Mann saßen auf einem Sarg, Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum. Sie soffen drei Tage, der Schnaps war stark, Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum. Sie liebten das Meer und den Schnaps und das Gold. Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum. Bis einst alle dreizehn der Teufel holt, Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum.

As Sultan Valad remembered... '[Rumi] went to Damascus like a partridge, and returned to Rum like a falcon. A drop of his soul became as expansive as the sea. The degree of his love became even greater. Because he became like this, don't ever say, He didn't find him. Whatever he was seeking, he truly found.... His love was filled with waves like a stormy sea....

Um, um, um. Stop that thunder! Plenty too much thunder up here. What's the use of thunder? Um, um, um. We don't want thunder; we want rum; give us a glass of rum. Um, um, um!

John Wesley drank wine, was something of an ale expert, and often made sure that his Methodist preachers were paid in one of the vital currencies of the day—rum. His brother, Charles Wesley, was known for the fine port, Madeira, and sherry he often served in his home;

Pleased as punch. That's an odd-sounding turn of phrase, isn't it? How can a punch be pleased? It's punch. Rum and lemons and such. And if it's the other sort of punch they mean, a punch in the face- well that doesn't sound very pleasing at all, does it?

It was a maddening image and the only way to whip it was to hang on until dusk and banish the ghosts with rum.

It is a straight shot from Cancun to Havana, sixty-six minutes by jet plane across the Gulf of Mexico with a Soviet-blonde stewardess serving free rum and synthetic ham and cheese sandwiches.

People are so damn sensitive about colour around here that you can't even ask a barman for a jigger of rum. You have to ask for a jegro.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.