By
George Brozowski
Agave
nectar combined with agave tequila and vodka, what's not to
like about that? Those have to be some of my favorite things.
That kind of mixture also reminds of my mostly misspent youth.
Whenever my parents threw parties at home they would open
up the liquor cabinet and line up all the bottles along a
wall on a narrow table so their guests could help themselves.
Well 10-15 people drinking all afternoon left about 20-30
glasses partially full of all sorts of lethal combinations
of hooch and mixes and cigarette ashes.
I
would help my parents out (and along the way myself) by bringing
the used glasses from the living room into the kitchen and
rinsing them. Of course along the way I would consume whatever
disgusting dregs were left in most of those glasses. Thus
I would get an absurd amalgamation of alcohol that would make
a Long Island Iced Tea look tame. There was rum, tequila,
brandy, gin, vodka, scotch and cherry liqueur and God only
knows what else. Now mind you that at that time I was barely
a teenager and probably weighed just under 100 pounds dripping
wet. On top of that my drinking experience up to that point
consisted of a couple of swigs of sneaked beer here and there.
Needless to say I was really looking forward to one hell of
a first time experience.
After
downing the remnants of about a dozen glasses I began to feel
all warm and fuzzy and happy and came to the childish conclusion
that if a dozen glasses made me feel that good a dozen more
would make me ecstatic. So I went scurrying about the house
picking up all the stray glasses I could find and gulped them
down when no one was looking. Besides mixing the unmixable
I was speed drinking and really didn't give it much thought
until.... There I was standing at the kitchen sink rinsing
glasses and beginning to feel way more warmer and way more
fuzzier than before. Along with the warm fuzzies came an unfocused
happiness and a bit of dizziness just like I got on a merry
go round.
I
remember thinking this is pretty cool, I like this and was
settling into feeling just about pleasantly over the top for
an idiot kid my age and just forming the soon to be ill gotten
conclusion that this must be why people drink when my stomach
rumbled like an earthquake with a magnitude 1 on the Richter
scale. That was weird! That never happened before. Maybe I
just need to burp or fart or something?!? The merry go round
began picking up speed and I fantasized what it must feel
like to be a dog in a mini-van rolling down the highway with
its head sticking out the window, tongue rolling around in
the wind, eyes watering furiously and tail wagging faster
than any metronome has ever gone. God this was great.
That
merry go round began moving up and down as well as round and
round and that added a really cool 3rd dimension to an otherwise
placid ride. Man, this is really nice, I thought, I can't
wait for the next party so I can do this all over and feel
this good again. But that wasn't the end of the ride, the
ride was just beginning.
My
stomach rumbled again but this time it was more like a magnitude
3. Now that really shook me up both literally and figuratively.
I lurched back from the kitchen sink, grabbed my stomach and
looked in the general direction of my belly button fully expecting
it to explode and producing an Alien. The rumbling ebbed away
just as the merry go round turned into a roller coaster. I
hated roller coasters! I started to sweat. My vision blurred.
The rumbling started again but this time it was definitely
a magnitude 8. Right about that time both my volcanoes exploded.
In glorious unison both my mouth and my butt expelled everything
they contained in two opposite directions with a force reminiscent
of Mount Vesuvius and Mount St. Helens. Fortunately since
I had pants on they caught most all of what came out that
end, unfortunately the Exorcist style projectile vomit that
came out of my mouth met with no such boundary and I sprayed
the kitchen with stinky globs of stinky globs. It was just
at that moment that my Grandmother walked into the kitchen.
Thank
God it was my Grandmother and not my Mom or Dad as there would
have been a serious whooping. I do believe she knew what happened
but all she said was "my, my you must have the stomach
flu". I nodded weakly in agreement as she walked me into
the bathroom and helped me regain some modest modicum of my
dignity. And that my friends was my first encounter with mixed
drinks.
Now
let's check out this Mariposa Agave Nectar Liqueur. It is
a mixture, and way more friendly than the mixtures I described
above of, agave nectar, 100% agave tequila and premium vodka.
It is pale gold in a clear bottle and looks a lot like tequila
but as we all know looks can certainly be deceiving. To ramp
this up a notch or two they add rose oil and gardenia. Just
from the list of ingredients (agave liqueur being a natural
sweetener) I'm guessing this is targeted to be a mixologist's
best friend and most likely used as a flavor enhancer in any
number of cocktails old and new.
Straight
out of the bottle its nose is laced with the previously cited
rose oil and gardenia followed by citrus notes and backed
by the unmistakable tickle of Tequila. It is sweet and fruity
with a further hint of peach and might actually make a great
perfume. On the palate it is medium body with a sweet honey
forward followed by peach, orange and grapefruit notes. There
is the slightest hint of Tequila and Vodka in the distant
background. It is very tame and plays nice with the tongue.
The finish is smooth and sweet. At around $24.99 for a 750
ml bottle this Agave Nectar Liqueur is sure to find its way
onto every mixologist's shelf.
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