After nearly twenty years here in Bananaland, I can say without a word of a lie that I've run into the stuff a time or two. Fortunately, I have never liked it much. I guess a good Bourbon whiskey would be my choice, or one of the semi-dark beers that float around here ("Indio" is my personal favorite).
Mexicans I meet socially often go to great lengths to try to impress me with "Tequila lore", often unsuspecting that a blond-haired Canadian like me might actually speak Spanish and might also have toured a tequila plant or two.
Anytime I find "Tequila education" to start to be boring (it happens faster and faster these days as I become more impatient and tired of 'same-old, same-old') I like to point out that the nice amber color of good fine aged tequila comes most often because the tequila -- normally clear in color -- has been aged in oak casks originally used to make fine bourbon. Used casks from whiskey's like Maker's Mark or I would assume Jack Daniels or Jim Beam {and I say assume because I don't know that ALL bourbon casks from all makers come down here, but I know some do because I saw the casks being used in a plant I toured about 6 years ago during the "agave shortage") come down here to be used again to age tequila.
The nice amber color and the slightly distinctive taste come from the interaction of the bourbon impregnated burned oak casks over time changing the clear unaged fine tequila into "anejo" or "reposado" finer brand tequila.
Are Scotch casks ever used? Don't know.
Do all fine tequilas use bourbon casks? Don't know that either, but certainly many do.
I have actually irritated many Mexican "macho" men by pointing this out, as if it's some sort of insult to their National Heritage or something. On the other hand, there are usually just as many Mexican men hanging around that blurt out; "He's right, you know?" to calm the air down.
I remember, I went to a wedding once. I showed up and all the tables were out under the open-air, lit by the setting sun, at this ranch. I was the only blond-hair (read foreigner) there, and the gatedoor-guys were trying in pitiful English to get some mystical point across to me.
"Tell me in Spanish." I asked them. Their eyes lit up, and they immediately told me that the host had told them to watch for me, and that seating was by "family". Since I was not in either family or extended-family, I was to find my table by finding the "clue".
"What do you mean 'find my table?' " I inquired.
The doormen smiled and said that my table had been "marked" in a certain way that I was supposed to recognize.
"Oh, great" I thought to myself. "More Mexican games." So I walked out onto the stumbly grass and started inspecting each table. Eight set places, eight chairs, white table cloths, 4 bottles on each table -- 1 tequila Herradura, 1 Solera Rum, 1 red wine and 1 white wine. Fine, next table the same, and so on. As I got near the front table -- where the bride and groom were to sit -- I saw a table with 5 bottles. I walked over and aside from the 4 other bottles, this table had a bottle of white-label Jim Beam.
I had to assume that "this is the spot" and I plopped myself down for a night of festivity. Anywhere else would have used a place-name I suppose.