Fresh and crisp, with notes of citrus and subtle florals. The middle part of the glass is where one discerns the effort made in the state-of-the-art modern filtration and distillation, resulting here in extra-soft and ultra-smooth taste, with spiced vanilla undertones and delicate notes of pear. The outer rim lets you investigate the finishing process, the extra anejo in the new oak barrels that gives the clean, warm finish hints of hazelnut and a bright, open aftertaste. Then you whirl it around to take in its brilliant platinum hues and its ling pronounced legs. Then you are allowed to taste it. No biting bitters, no sickly sweet, and no brutality whatsoever. It’s subtle and smooth, round and feisty. It’s unlike anything called Tequila I’ve ever set my lips onto. It’s delicious.
It’s the product of one of the first female Maestra Tequilera ever. It’s cunned MTV’s and AOL’s Bob Pittman out of finance and into the liquor business, along with his son, Bo Pittman, who barely has the time to focus on his hedge funds, so enamored he is with his new hobby. I don’t wonder why. Just look for the blue bottles. Get rid of your Saab. Hold on to your parking ticket. And have yourself a merry little winter.
Till then.
