Pour this and you summon a tale steeped in ancient soil and sacred fire. Crystal clear in the glass, but don’t be fooled — the clarity masks a wild, primal heart. The nose is ethereal and layered: sweet roasted agave, scorched herbs, eucalyptus, and the unmistakable breath of smoke — not just campfire, but something older, ceremonial, as if the smoke carries prayer.

The palate is elemental. Earth and ember, citrus peel, grilled pineapple, cracked black pepper. The texture is almost saline — mineral and alive — dancing between wild and refined. There's a vegetal note too, like green chili or fresh-cut aloe. It’s an experience more than a flavour — like standing in the still heat of Oaxaca, the air pulsing with spirit.

The finish lingers like a ritual — long, smoky, and warm with echoes of earth and sun. This isn’t a dram for quick sips. It’s for quiet contemplation, shared stories, and watching shadows move across stone. Beautiful, brutal, transcendent.