Cava de Oro, TEQUILA AÑEJO
What do the gentlemen in slim-fitting suits order neat on the southern side of the planetary divide? What does she lick from her lips while fanning her brow and waiting for the sun to finally set so she can cool off before he gets home? If you close your eyes, somewhere behind the molten cinnamon and honey is the memory of youth. It is an icy green still rough at the core with a wildness that will make you shudder softly, softly.