By Lola

I am an unabashed fan of good tequila, the kind you sip, not shoot. No body shots, no jello shots, no giant pools of blue margaritas. In case you’ve been hiding under a rock, I’m referring to the wave of premium tequilas that have crossed the border.

Giants such as Herradura and Cuervo entered the fray quite early in the game (try Cuervo’s Reserva de la Familia, or Don Julio Añejo, yum) , but it’s the artisan tequilas that have been garnering headlines lately. In my (current) home-state of Arizona, in fact, a local farmer is hard at work promoting his family’s brew, 3 Amigos. In the name of research, I’m planning on buying a bottle of añejo to try it for myself.

Here’s a link to the article, and another to their website. They’re being distributed mainly in the Southwest, so if you’re in the area, snag a bottle and lemme know what you think. In my opinion, good tequila is the nectar of the dioses. I’ll be back with my verdict in a few… 🙂 ¡Salud!