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Selly Oak’s Dark Rum is born from traditional pot still methods, matured slowly in deeply charred oak casks. At 42.8% ABV, it holds its fire well—smooth, strong, and structured. Distilled near the coast where damp salt air lingers in the rafters, this is a rum with muscle and memory. Deep in colour, richer in spirit, and made for those who know that craftsmanship takes time and the right kind of stillness.

Tasting Notes

Deep and rich, with a natural sweetness and notes of vanilla, oak, honey and caramel .

  • Matured Malt

    5 Years

  • Proof

    75°

  • Alc. By Vol.

    42.8%
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Tasting Notes

Color

Dark mahogany with glints of burnt bronze when caught in the light.

Nose

Rich black treacle with a wisp of smoke on the horizon, followed by subtle layers of dried fruit and worn leather.

Palate

Full-bodied and deliberate. Toasted oak, clove. A faint bitterness keeps it grounded, while a slow heat builds with each sip.

Aftertaste

A finish of lingering warmth and bittersweet dark chocolate. Structured, slightly spiced, and effortlessly bold.

The Character in the Barrel

This is not a rum for mixers or loud rooms. Selly Oak’s Dark Rum carries the kind of depth that demands pause. Aged in oak that once held fire, it offers a drink steeped in smoke, time, and work. It’s honest. Unhurried. Built for those who finish what they start and savour what’s earned.

For Those Who Know

This isn’t a drink for the hurried. Selly Oak’s Dark Rum rewards those who take their time.

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Born of Labour, Built for the Strong

Selly Oak’s Dark Rum begins with select grains, twice distilled for purity and strength. No sweeteners. No shortcuts. It’s aged in charred oak, where wood and time do the work.

A Rum that Remembers Its Past

The story of Selly Oak’s Dark Rum starts not in a distillery, but on the docks. Where barrels rolled across creaking planks and sea air salted every step. Where men rose early, worked hard, and raised their glass without fanfare.

This rum remembers them. The toil. The silence. The sea-soaked shirts and blackened hands. It’s aged not just in wood, but in memory.

Each barrel is a kind of journal. Fire-charred, spirit-soaked, left to rest while the world turns outside. What comes out years later is more than liquid. It’s a record of time, patience, and unspoken pride.

This is not nostalgia in a bottle. It’s the real thing. A rum that stands up straight and tells its truth. Strong. Unpolished. And utterly earned.