Tequila World

My Greatest Moment with Tequila by Tom Estes

Written by Phil Bayly
Monday, 24 September 2007
Belgravia London is a posh place and maybe a bit boring. I, the Ambassador of Tequila to the European Union, am in the residence of the Ambassador of Mexico to the U.K. Classic art is dominating the four-meter tall ancient oak-paneled walls. A distinguished crowd is present to participate in the launch of a tequila activity. It is May 2006. Belgravia has become a little less boring as the tequila flows. When I realize that tequila, the “bad boy” of spirits, has arrived at this status, I am amazed. I think to myself, “Wow, tequila has come a long way from the dusty back lands.” I realize that this is “My Greatest Moment with Tequila.” The first time I ever drank tequila was in 1960. This was pre-Beatles and pre-hippies, and the U.S. still had segregation (which in South Africa was called apartheid, bringing that country to a radical change). It was Easter week vacation when kids left home for the beach and were partying non-stop. We sat in Tommy Harlan’s ’57 Chevy hot rod and drank from a 25cl bottle, one of those skinny, long bottles that have never come in from seeming odd and foreign, other worldly, south of the border, dangerously worldly.
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