So, after yammering on for months in areas hardly of a tequila nature, the boys are are back, so to speak. The Tequila Boys cracking into a new bottle of agave, that is.
A few days ago, a good buddy who also happens to be a good client, stopped by at my divorceland doorstep offering gifts. Not wine, women or song. No sir. Now that I think about it though, maybe this gift does remind me of a woman I know.
At a fraternity party several years ago, I crossed paths with a tall dark haired beauty. Great smile, great legs, curvy thing she was. Ay, Captain! If you are on the "Mars" side of the gender equation, you know exactly what I am talking about. No metaphors needed.
As it turned out, the contents inside matched that unforgettable package. Funny, smart, just great to be around. Jeez, I loved that girl. Married her, actually.
I certainly don't want to minimize that memorable night when I met my little lady, now my wife of almost 25 years, by comparing the historic event to a little anejo in a short glass, but - hey brother - it fits.
The Don Julio 1942 Special Reserve anejo is , quite simply, outstanding. Eva Longoria in a bottle, so to speak. Great packaging, a trim,slinky, long legged beauty. Inside - well, my friends, pure Mexican magic. Creamy vanilla malt, oaky back and maybe a little spice and pepper all forged and blended into your own drinkable Sports Illustrated swimsuit model. Mmm.
Now listen fellows, this little darlin don't come cheap. Of course, nothing worth your while usually does. Dig deep and pay the price. She's worth it.
