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I found the monk, but then I lost him again. I will admit that I succumbed and procured the Monk from outside the city limits of Manhattan, from across the Brooklyn Bridge. From a small store that seems to only have an online storefront.

In part the reason I did not share this information had to do with the fact that I was protecting my source, for fear there might be a run on the Monk. Little did I know that the forces of rum would be so powerful, that my precautions would not protect my secret treasure trove. Just this past week I came to the end of my precious brown gold and decided it was time to re-order. (Continued below)

I went to their website and found that the Old Monk page had a big sign splashed across the image saying “OUT OF STOCK.” I refreshed the page thinking it was just a temporary misunderstanding between my computer, the cookies and their web page. But upon finding the same result again I decided that the problem must surely be the browser I was using. I switched browsers, fully expecting to get the opportunity to fill my shopping basket and hit the satisfied customer button, but instead got the same message again. I slowly accepted the fact that the Monk was indeed no longer available at my secret hideaway. I emailed the company, desperately pleading for a date when the Monk would be back on their e-shelves. Then came the answer below:

Thanks for contacting us. Unfortunately, it will not be for a while as it is no longer available.
Kind Regards,
Customer Care Team

The words “it will not be for while” were enough to make this grown man cry but upon reading the next few words the devastation was complete. What did they mean it was no longer available? Was this some sort of cruel joke? What had caused this run on my rum? I checked with the store during my initial order if they had a good supply, and they had assured me they did. It was in this moment of panic, staring at my last, almost empty bottle of Monk that I had a flash of inspiration. It struck me that the great flaw in my original search had been that I was looking in all the places that New Yorkers of Indian origin or foreigners with a taste for all things Indian, shopped. These people never lived in India, and are not Indian so would not know or love the Monk the way an Indian does. I realised that my best bet for finding the Monk lay in searching the vicinity that housed Indian’s visiting New York for a period of time longer than a vacation. Those who would need of the Monk to survive.

I called the first liquor store that came up near the United Nations and had the most wonderfully joyous conversation with the owner. I ended the call by saying that I would stop by the next day to pick-up all the Monk he had; and he assured me once again that he had a special connection with the distributor, and would never run out…