FIPS WAS THERE: Espolon Tequila’s Black Market Throwdown

Ah, tequila. It warms your heart. It recalls the wild, spirited history of Mexico. And, consumed in large quantities, makes portions of your evening hard to recall. It is, undoubtedly, one of our favorite vices.

So, what choice did we have but to answer the clarion call of Espolon Tequila's Black Market party? Throughout Williamsburg, the brave and the bearded wended their way past private party after private party, down into the hidden crevices of the Wythe Hotel to channel their inner (and outer) lumbersexual, and soak in the spirit of crushed agave and unfiltered new Brooklyn coolness. 

In one corner, those who were not too hip to be seen eating in public (the four of us who were too old to be ID'ed with a straight face) scarfed down traditional chorizo tacos, decidedly untraditional duck sliders and, of course, a veggie torta (winner!). Downstairs, where everyone who knows anything knows that the real party is always going on, it was low-stakes poker, experimental film theater on parade and, our personal favorite, Disaffected Caricature Corner (imagine a mash-up of a quinceanera, a bar mitzvah and a Diesel fashion shoot). 

 

Meantime, as the Girls episode gone wild unfolded for all to see, we scored golden tickets to the super-secret back room (you know, the one behind the other back room) for a few fingers of Espolon Anejo. Now, if you choose, you can endure an extended lecture on tequila craftsmanship or you can know one important thing. Espolon Anejo spends 11 months aging in a traditional manner, and another three months in Wild Turkey bourbon barrels. That's tequila aged in Wild Turkey barrels.   

I could go on about how it picks up notes of vanilla and caramel during the aging process (which it does) but it was still tequila, so I've forgotten the details. And, momentarily, the Alamo.