What I hauled out of this small ivory-colored box just looked…dangerous from the first glimpse… Somewhere in my old chef’s hindbrain, there is, when I’m tasting almost anything, a little switch that trips and says, “I know what this tastes like but it COULD taste so much better!” That switch flips on when I taste most versions of spirits, wines, and beers. It has tripped countless times when tasting Tequila. But this new Roca Patrón Añejo evoked nary a twitch from that little alarm. This really is the Tequila I have always tasted in my imagination; a fat, impossibly rich, devilishly smoooooth potion that represents the way most Tequila of the distant
