Rum, Spice, and Everything Nice

Sometimes a bottle of booze just appears on my front porch. I mean, usually I get an email from a publicist, or a text, or whatever, letting me know it’s coming. But a few weeks ago, my friend Brandon left a whole case of assorted bottles for me. And since I’ve been in non-stop house mode lately, I just got around to having a look inside. The first bott…