Blocked Tequila Receptors.

I don’t especially like booze. Though that’s not to say that I don’t especially /not/ like booze (I love you triple negative).

I just get more out of the idea of a drink more than I get out of it in practice. So I really only have a drink if it plugs some empty conceptual or flavour space. Like a cold beer on a hot day; that same beer with indian food; wine with cheese. And so on. But I’m not prone to seeking out a drink, to get drunk. Stay with me on this.

I’m not prone to seeking out a drink to get drunk, because it would just be too damn expensive. I don’t know how far back the family tree you have to go before you find either: a) professional distillers; or b) boozehounds; or c) professional distilling boozehounds. But somewhere in my genes I inherited ‘booze blockers’.

It takes /a lot/ to get me drunk. There are some forms of alcohol I’m more susceptible to — wine and beer are the most likely to get me warm-cheeked. But the hard stuff, spirits? I can put that away like a sailor. Whisky, rum, vodka, gin, and, importantly, tequila. I don’t know what the ‘average’ is, but I think I’m well above it. Something in the order of 10 or so hard drinks, and I’m still fine. Lay down a straight line lawman, and I’ll walk it.

Which is, I don’t know, good? It means that I can appreciate the qualities of the booze, because well, if you’re sober at the bar, it’s nice to have something to do… ; )

And speaking of appreciating the qualities of the booze, allow me to introduce you to Patrón:

Patrón is a high-end tequila that the everlovin’ fiance (EF) brought me back from LA. a couple of years ago, and I still hadn’t dented it. So we broke into it last night (the tiny little sticker didn’t pose much of a security challenge).

I love tequila. It has been my favourite drink since my first taste. Which is a little unfortunate, since, well, it’s not so much socially acceptable to be the guy doing the shots. Certainly not during a 6pm after-work drink with coworkers.

Nuts.

Fortunately my family and friends are becoming aware of my soft-spot for tequila, which led to the background and foreground of the photo above — the tequila from the EF, and the shot glasses and salt shaker courtesy of my dear old dad and Mexico. And last night we took all of the above for a test drive.

zomg, so good.

Patrón is incredibly, noticeably tastier than your average tequila (the average ones being the reason that tequila is drunk with lime and salt to kill the “flavour”). You could sip it as an after dinner drink. It really is quite… delightful.

Just don’t try the regular stuff afterwards. Because yeargh. All you can think is “gasoline”.