How Oral Traditions Kept Haiti’s Beloved Homemade Liqueur Alive

I owe a little thank you to my aunts and uncles for sneaking me sips of kremas in my youth. Growing up, my grandmother made it clear: this rum-based liqueur was not for ti moun, or little ones. Still, when she wasn’t watching, I stole tiny tastes of the rich libation anyway. Only baby sips, though. I respected my Mam’ma Cule enough to forgo a full glass. The first time I could truly savor... Read more

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