This isn’t just rum.

This is rebellion bottled, corked and waiting to be unleashed.

The “King’s Shilling” was once the mark of trickery — a coin dropped into a tankard to conscript the unwitting into service. Soldiers drank without choice. Now the tables are turned.

Every pour of Kings Shilling is an act of defiance: you’re not drinking for the King, you’re drinking for yourself. For your band. For your people.