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Before mezcal I knew tequila. We danced together and had a good time. Then I found mezcal and we not only danced but we talked and talked. As a lover of whisky, mezcal was an easy step for me. And Tom is the person to tell you all about it.
Thomasina Miers, author and chef-owner of Wahaca restaurant chain

Thomas, aside from having one of the early great beards of NYC, played some of the finest music ever to crawl into my drunken ears. He retains the same intimidating and generous approach to mezcal: know everything worth knowing about a subject, avoid the garbage, love it, and share.
James Murphy, LCD Soundsystem
Mezcal, unlike its infamous offspring, tequila, has until recently been one of Mexicos best-kept secrets. And if the only thing that springs to mind when you think of tequila is tequila slammers, its time to think again. Mezcalerias are popping up across the world and mezcal is increasingly seen on the menus of the most discerning and hippest bars, drawing crowds to dedicated venues from New York City to London, Tokyo and beyond. The spirit works like a wine - its all about terroir while the properties of the agave plant means that no other drink makes you feel quite as good as mezcal does. Thomas takes us on a regional tour of Mexico, discovering local mezcal gems, whilst offering more than 30 cocktails from bars across the world, and a guide to 40 mezcalerias to visit. This authoritative but accessible book is the go-to book on this incredible spirit, with an in-depth illustrated guide of over 100 mezcal, from backyard heroes to the big names.

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THE MEZCAL EXPERIENCE A FIELD GUIDE TO THE WORLDS BEST MEZCALS AND AGAVE - photo 1
THE MEZCAL EXPERIENCE A FIELD GUIDE TO THE WORLDS BEST MEZCALS AND AGAVE - photo 2
THE MEZCAL EXPERIENCE

A FIELD GUIDE TO THE WORLDS BEST MEZCALS AND AGAVE SPIRITS

TOM BULLOCK

INTRODUCTION THE JOURNEY There is a world beyond ours a world that is far - photo 3

INTRODUCTION
THE JOURNEY

There is a world beyond ours, a world that is far away, nearby and invisible. Mara Sabina, Mazatec curandera and poet

It was 2010 and a newly paved road. Don had been making the same drive for years, slowly navigating boulders and ditches, a drive of six hours, but now we blazed it in three. He pointed out the remains of the old trail, excited when he spotted it from the jeep. He was keen to share and show me what he could. We were on our way to the palenques (local distilleries), as theyre called in Oaxaca. My first time. The mood of adventure was high.

Our first stop was San Baltazar, Chichicapam, which, as far as I could tell, was a scattering of dwellings studded about a cluster of hills on either side of the road. One of them belonged to Augustin. We pulled in.

It was a compound of sorts. A cement-block house stood at the head of the yard, with a deep, conical stone-lined pit to our left which turned out to be the oven. I was drawn to the oven. It was the central piece and odd. It stood empty, cleanit had just been rebuiltand its shape, lined with stone, reminded me of skate bowls at skate parks which Ive been dropping into all my life.

We stood around the pit and Don explained what we were looking at. Augustin stood close by, quiet but present. Impossibly ancient and striking, Augustin is someone you cant pin an age on. Truly he could be twenty or sixty. This ramped up the sense of timelessness as we stood by his great stone oven, far away in the hills and valleys of the Oaxaqueo highlands.

We were directed around the back of the house into a cool room with bright green walls and a stone floor, where we sat in a circle andas if bearing witness to a precious sacred ritesilently watched as mezcal was poured for us. Theres a picture of me from that morning. I have a small copita in one hand, but I dont remember drinking from that. I remember the one in my other hand; the huge, wide-rimmed, raw gourd bowl. In the picture Im drinking from it. Its so large, you cant see my face behind it at all. What a morning.

Welcome to Santa Maria La Pila Place of Good Mezcal Father and son work - photo 4

Welcome to Santa Maria La Pila, Place of Good Mezcal

Father and son work together in Miahuatln Oaxaca Next stop was San Luis del - photo 5

Father and son work together in Miahuatln, Oaxaca

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Next stop was San Luis del Rio where a very old fellow named Ignacio makes his mezcal. Made it then, anyway. I hope he still does. We were greeted from the car by his three daughters. Strong, young, pretty, they were in charge. They led us from the road down a trail between fields, straight into the back yard. There was a tin roof, some posts and beams. Beneath them was Ignacios palenque, slightly sunken, dug down into the earth. We climbed in.

Production was on and the stills were kicking. Thick ropes of grey smoke whipped and shrouded the scene. Our eyes stung and poured incessantly. The wood fires flamed beneath the old copper pots; unchanged since eighth-century Persia, they bubbled and clanked, black and green. An enormous man, tall, bald, squarely built, his body thick and seventy years old, limped past me heaving some huge and heavy object, my mind too blown to know what.

Fermentation was deemed complete by the maestro and the mash now had to be distilled to avoid altering the flavours from those that he knew he wanted for this batch. Round the clock they would go, seventy-two hours of this. Smoke, fire, sweat, heat. Boggling aromas from the strange brew. Every palenque has not only a Virgin de Guadalupe on the wall, but a hammock or an old spring mattress on the floor as well: if the buzz of the mezcal isnt working any more, its probably best to have a quick lie-down.

We sat down. On a kind of mud couch cut into the side of the palenque wall. Someone brought me another gourd bowl, the same size as beforeas big as a salad bowlonly this time the mezcal was hot. This was las primeras quinientas gotas, or the first five hundred drops. It was so clear, almost like a mirror, perhaps an effect of all the oil. Silver comes to mind.

I was told to sip, but to be careful! This was puntas, heads, in the high 70 percentages of alcohol by volume; about 150 or 160 proof. I took a sip. Actually a gulp. It started as a sip but it became a gulp. It was delicious. And came with a physical rush that advanced through my body, the physical sensation and the drunk high both, almost exactly at once.

Meanwhile, Ignacio had come in, tiny and bent with an old stick, not, it has to be said, unlike Yoda. Bright-eyed and clearly still strong. He invited us next door into his house. In we went and sat in a sharing silence ramped up by the rocket fuel wed necked moments before. Ignacio spoke. Don asked if we understood his words. He was talking about the sky, the earth, the rain, las plantas. He was really waxing, carried by some animus within. Up he went. I listened intently, not understanding the language but understanding all the same.

Then we were to make our last stop of the day. It was across the river. It hadnt rained for a spell so we could make ittheres no bridgeand Don had some business to do there. It was with Ignacios two sons.

The view around us was again timeless, serene, still but full of life. We could see far. Ill never forget sitting there at the table. One of the sonsthey were in their mid-forties and looked like twinsgave me a bamboo shoot cut at the knuckle and full of mezcal, along with a shot glass to stand the shoot in. I liked that.

Their palenque was handsome. Again, sunk into the earth but with much higher ceilings, made of palm leaves. There was more light. Perhaps because they were not in production, it was orderly. Glass flagons stood in rows. Beautiful it looked, really. I have a wonderful picture of one of the sons standing in it. He is very tall. Upright. Everything there had that about it.

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Eventually it was time to go. You could tell by the light. I felt entirely clear-headed, energized, calmer than I could recall ever feeling before. I didnt want that to stop. Don offered to take us to dinner in Oaxaca City. I cheered. At least silently.

We pulled into the cobbled streets of centro and walked in triumph, our return from beyond. Wed seen the other side. We had connected with something so vital and meaningful and brilliant and truly, actually righteous. I could cry recalling how whole it made me feel.

We sat at our table. Don plonked down a five-litre (one-gallon) plastic tub of puro right there square in the middle. Job done. Great day. Day one.

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Whether I found mezcal or it found me, I was especially well prepared to appreciate it when we finally did cross paths. I came to adulthood on a steady diet of, among other things, alcohol and records. And mezcal spoke to all of it.

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