Tequila Trail meets The Mezcal March

Tequila Trail meets The Mezcal March I’m knackered. Three days as a guest of Mexico’s largest tequila producer, Herradura, will do that. I flew into Guadalajara after a brief stop over in Mexico City from Guatemala and the last three days will need a... More

Tequila Trail meets The Mezcal March I’m knackered. Three days as a guest of Mexico’s largest tequila producer, Herradura, will do that. I flew into Guadalajara after a brief stop over in Mexico City from Guatemala and the last three days will need a little remembering, creative license, and perhaps a few downright lies in order to explain what has me here, in Tlacalula, Oaxaca nearly 1500 kilometers away from where I was mere days ago. I’ve become fascinated by agave. Blue agave, Maguey, Espadin; it no long matters. I have a new love for mezcal but in order to truly appreciate this new flame of mine I needed to start in Jalisco state, the only area of Mexico “allowed” to legally call their cactus brew tequila. I had a gag reflex to tequila owing to an ill-conceived idea in my youth. This was before I realized you didn’t have to binge drink tequila in order to enjoy it, and its ethereal buzz. La Fuente Cantina in Guadalajara was one of my first stops, and my introduction to San Less