Bacardi Silver: Big Apple. Awful. I feel like someone is beating the hell out of my tongue with a sugar coated baseball bat with little sugar coated nails sticking out of the barrel. Every sip leaves makes my upper lip quiver with disgust for about 15 minutes. I will finish this bottle, though. It was my own stupid fault for opening it, thinking "Hey, it's apple, how bad can it be?" I must learn a lesson from my blind curiosity, so I will finish this bottle, and I will learn.