Well Beer, I hear you loud and clear but my black rum runs at 151 o/p. I only knew one man, a friend of my father in law, who could down half a water glass of that stuff strait. My uncle loved his scotch and would say that it should only be mixed with spit. My father would take his drop like yours. They called it a sandwich; a bit of water, a shot of rum, and a bit of water as a chaser.