Tequila Tours

In September I attended The World International Tequila Conference and Distillery Tour. It was packed with amazing experiences, starting with the very first day when we were greeted by mariachis…

When I was preparing to leave for the World International Tequila Conference and Distillery Tour, I wasn’t really sure if I was getting in over my head. This was a…

We got back from our whirlwind Tequila trip last night and, happily, there is a lot to report. We visited distilleries in both the highlands and lowlands, sampled artisan tequila…

Grover and I currently on our way back to Mexico, headed for Guadalajara/Tequila, laden with cameras, video cameras, voice recorders, laptops and spare livers. Stay tuned for a flurry of…

The first time I visited Tequila, Mexico was years ago when I was working as a reporter at a newspaper in Mexico City. Every once in a while our editor, Dan Dial, would hand out a press junket as a reward for work well done, and I was lucky enough to get the all expenses paid trip to the Jose Cuervo distillery.

Our plane touched down at the Guadalajara airport in January, 2008. After a few days of fun in a hectic Mexico City, we were ready to wind down and, hopefully, tour some tequila distilleries and listen to a whole lot of mariachi music. Happily, we did both.

I was in non-stop picture-taking mode, and went especially crazy while we toured the tequila distilleries.

The tickets are booked and the trip is (partially) planned! That’s right, Grover and I are returning to Tequila, Mexico in April and we’re muy entusiasmado. We’re hooked up with a Tequila Expert & Consultant for two full-day tours, which will take us through the Tequila Valley and the Arandas Highlands. Included are stop at the Los Abuelos/Forteleza distillery, Partida, Herradura and Don Julio.

Grover and I went to Santa Fe last week and we thought it would be the perfect opportunity to see what New Mexico has on Old Mexico in terms of tequila.

I was dreaming of great New Mexican cuisine, accented with fully stocked tequila bars, but the reality was somewhat different. If the food was good, there was no decent tequila in sight, and if the tequila was good, the food was just mediocre.

I wasn’t always an obnoxious tequila snob. Nope. In my earlier days, I was a beer-drinking, hot-dog-eating, 8-track-tape-owning “guy behind the camera” photojournalist. I worked as a staff photographer for newspapers in Michigan, Ohio, South Carolina, New York, and Minnesota.