Spirit of the Infidel – La Catrina

Spirit of the Infidel – La Catrina

The Spirit of the Infidel - La Catrina

A traditional rum modified to accommodate the reality of Mexico. All natural and made from raw sugarcane sugar.


Piloncillo Cones - 19
Bread Yeast - 32 g
Water to make 20 L


Making the Wash:
Start with fully sterilized tools, vessels and equipment.
Place piloncillo into a large pot.
Add 4 L of water and let soak over night, or until fully dissolved. Depending on the density of the cones, this may take up to two days or longer, (stir occasionally to aid the process).
Once it is completely dissolved, heat the solution to 49° C (120° F) and pour into a 25 L carboy.
Add cool water to bring the level up to 20 L.
Stir well.
When the temperature is down to 38° C (100° F),  add the bread yeast and stir well. Place your airlock on the carboy. 
Your wash should begin to bubble within 10 minutes.

Let it work at room temperature until the yeast has converted all the sugars into alcohol and the airlock has stopped burping; About 4 weeks (temperature dependent).

For a true, traditional rum, distillation must be done in a copper-top pot still or a still that has copper for a condensing surface, (follow directions for the still). The heat source must be adjustable to very low levels.
An electric still, such as the "Air Still" can be used but you will need to add copper into the still.


A copper-top pot still should produce 3000 ml (3L) of up to 70% Alcohol from a 20 L Rum Wash.

Dilute with water to 40% (or to preference). At this time you can flavour the Rum with spices and let age for better flavour.

In the electric Air Still, I’ve only been able to obtain an ABV of 50% which I dilute down to 40%.

Our flavouring is a (poorly kept) secret or it wouldn’t be our Spirit of the Infidel. 😉

The Spirit of the Infidel

In dark of night where shadows dance,
Beneath the moon's so thoughtful glance,
There brews a potion, amber bold,
A pirate's tale, not seldom told.

From long ago, and sugarcane,
The nectar flows through sailor's vein,
From tales of seas and stormy fate,
A rum was born, the pirates' mate.

In cauldrons black, where fires glow,
The nectar drips, so sweet and slow,
With spices fine and secrets deep,
The potion stirs from its sleep,

We raise a glass, to legends made,
Infidel tales never fade,
In each drop, a pirate's lore,
A taste of freedom, forevermore.

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