well, well, well, well … this bottle takes eight months to empty, shared with numerous friends and strangers across Colorado. as an ice-breaker, Ogden Nash suggested: “Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.” I think it was Steve Brezina who turned me on to Herradura Añejo way back in 1981 at a pool party at his folk’s house in Lakewood. (and not Gold, and definitely not Silver, only Añejo will do!). I refuse any other Tequila, except maybe in a margarita. Añejo is only for sipping like a fine Scottish whiskey … nurse it! the only better hard liquor I have run across was my former father-in-law Jón’s landi that was produced in his garage with good Icelandic potatoes and water. he’d make it to 96% alcohol and water it down for human consumption.
if you’ve had that reaction of swearing off Tequila after drinking too much of an inferior brand, resulting in a nasty cheap-tequila day-after, give this stuff a try. I’m no drinker, so I can stretch a bottle out, as happened with this one, for months with only the occasional pleasure of a smoky caramel-smooth night-cap, or in special celebration with others: it’s been said “you don’t get drunk, you get high” (because of the complex organics of the agave plant that it is made from). that and no hangover, or timburmann as the Icelanders say. good stuff, as far as fire-waters are concerned, might as well consume the best than all the rest!