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Before eating, order un completo, por favor. Photo by David Lansing.

Before eating, order un completo, por favor. Photo by David Lansing.

I first fell under the charm of Señorita Sangrita in Guadalajara on a warm day in June several years ago. I was in line at the bank, waiting to change some money, when an elegantly dressed older gentleman, wearing a worn Panama hat and carrying a walking stick, came in, tapped on the marble counter with the brass head of his stick, and requested “Un completo, por favor.”

The courteous teller politely accepted the gentleman’s order and then had a security guard escort him back to him home just down the street. When I got to the window, I asked the teller what that was all about. He said that where the bank was there was once a cantina where the man, who now suffered from dementia, regularly stopped in for his afternoon completo.

Seeing the quizzical look on my face, he said, “You know, of course, about Señor Tequila.”

Si, claro,” I said.

“And you know of Señorita Sangrita?”

I admitted I did not. “Then, my friend, you do not know tequila,” he said sadly.

This was a serious blow. So promptly at two, when the bank closed so that its employees could go home to eat, the teller, whose name was Ramon, joined me at a nearby restaurant where, before we sat down to eat, we went to the bar and ordered a completo for each of us. While we were waiting for our drinks, Ramon schooled me. A completo, he patiently explained, is a shot of tequila and another of sangrita served in tall, narrow glasses called caballitos. “It is the only proper way to drink tequila,” he said. He took a small sip of tequila, then an equal sip of sangrita. “Tequila is the man. But sangrita is the woman. Just as in life with a man and a woman, sangrita makes the tequila complete.”

He was right. The no-name tequila was harsh and the alcohol burned my throat. But the soothing mixture of orange, lime, and pomegranate juices along with the sweetness of sugar and fire of chile, refined the tequila’s overbearing demeanor. The uncouth beast had been tamed.

I was immediately smitten. Now whenever I order a shot of tequila it is always accompanied by a shot of sangrita. But it never comes the same way twice for there are as many versions of sangrita as there are feast days in Mexico. In San Miguel, where the most common citrus tree is the tart, bitter Seville orange (used for making Cointreau and marmalade), it is usually sweetened with grenadine. In Chihuahua, you’re likely to get a lime and tomato juice combo. And in tropical areas of Mexico, pineapple is often the predominant juice.

Writer Alberto Ruy-Sáanchez, in his book Tequila, proclaims sangrita to be tequila’s inseparable companion and insists that it can only be made “with grenadine, orange juice, Cointreau and chilies, and not with tomato juice as most people think.” Yet here in Jalisco, the heart and soul of Mexico’s tequila country, most bars use not only tomato juice in their sangrita but oftentimes Clamato juice as well (which, frankly, I’m rather addicted to).

So after years of sampling, here’s what I know about sangrita: It is always (or never) made with tomato juice. You can use grenadine, but pomegranate juice is better; best of all is to use neither. Orange juice is requisite. But only if they are sour or green oranges. Pineapple juice? Yes—or maybe not. Never use chopped onion. But perhaps a little onion juice. Everyone agrees that it needs some spice, but whether that be fresh jalapenos, cayenne pepper flakes, roasted chipotles, or Tabasco sauce—well, who can say?

In short, like many a woman, sangrita is a wonderful enigma—mysterious, evocative, alluring.

If you go to a cantina in Mexico and order a completo, you’re going to get whatever sangrita the house makes. But if you were a guest at mi casa in Bucerias, you would get a sangrita that is perfectly blended and formidable enough to hold up to even a strong, peppery tequila like Don Eduardo añejo. Here’s my recipe for about a liter (enough for a good-sized party):

The Flâneur’s Sangrita

2 cups tomato juice

1 cup Dole pineapple juice

1 cup fresh orange juice

1/4 cup fresh Mexican lime juice

1/4 cup sweet & sour mix

1 teaspoon Tapatio hot sauce

dash each of Worcestershire sauce, bitters, celery salt, and ground black pepper.

Mix all the ingredients well and chill for at least an hour. Serve in small glasses partially rimmed with Kosher salt.

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How to cure a hangover

In Mexico, first you drink; then you worry about the hangover. Photo by David Lansing.

In Mexico, first you drink; then you worry about the hangover. Photo by David Lansing.

I feel like I’m getting a little off track here with all the discussion about the types of tequila and what’s worth drinking and what’s not (this is, after all, supposed to be a travel blog, not a cocktail blog), but Sonia’s and Fred’s comments about what tequila (or vodka or gin, for that matter) can do to you made me think that since I had recently offered up recipes for both the perfect margarita as well as the best manhattan you’ll ever have, maybe I should just take a moment out, during the holiday season, to also give you 50 ways to leave your hangover.

Here’s a good one: Buy a jar of dill pickles. Throw away the pickles. Drink the jar of brine along with a Dramamine. That little gem of a hangover cure is courtesy of my brother-in-law, Jim, or Jimbo as the family calls him. He swears by it. My dad had an interesting approach. He’d get up, strip down to his skivvies while heading out the door, cross a neighbor’s cow pasture and jump into the Deschutes River. This was up in Oregon and it seemed to work pretty well except in winter. The last time he tried it, before giving up drinking completely, the search-and-rescue guys had to pull him out of the river, and by then he was buck naked. As they bundled him in a space blanket and carried him to the ambulance he told his rescuers that, miraculously, his hangover was gone.

My niece, who went to USC, always kept Pedialite popsicles in her freezer when she was in school. She’d make a dozen or so on Thursday and they’d all be gone by Sunday morning. When I lived in France, there was some artichoke juice drink in a can that everyone swore by. Like the pickle brine, however, I could never gag it down and I’ve heard that the French government banned the drink years ago for some odd reason. Probably just as well.

But here’s my favorite hangover cure: Get an ice cream cake and cut yourself a big chunk of it and gobble it down. The ice cream coats your stomach, the sugar gives you a rush and relieves your headache, and the cake acts like a sponge, absorbing those nasty by-products of alcohol fermentation called cogeners. A woman from Dallas named Jenny Block gave me this cure, said she’d heard it from her doctor, and dumb as it sounds, it really works.

Or you could take my grandmother’s advice: Stop after one cocktail. That’s probably the smart thing to do. But me, I’d rather have my cake and drink it too.

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Why tequila is a woman

“Tequila is irresistible, demanding, and powerful,” wrote Mexican poet Vicente Quirarte. Like love, he added, it is not for the half-hearted.

“Tequila has always been a part of charro mythology but in a sophomoric sense,” says Gonzalo Delapezuela of Cazadore, a well-respected distillery in the highlands of Arandas and the second stop on my pilgrimage. “Twenty years ago, it was more about a right of passage into adulthood, about bravado and machismo. Now it is about connoisseurship and tradition and refinement.”

Casks used for aging Cazadores tequila. Photos by David Lansing.

Casks used for aging Cazadores tequila. Photos by David Lansing.

To make her point, she brought out from behind the tasting room bar Cazadore’s newest super-premium tequila, Corzo, which comes in a sleek, elegant bottle designed by Fabien Baron who is best known for designing fragrance bottles for the likes of Calvin Klein and Jil Sander. Over a hearty lunch of carnitas and handmade corn tortillas, I sipped an amber reposado, with hints of vanilla, green apple, and pepper, that had been distilled twice, then aged in white oak barrels for two months, distilled a third time, then rested in oak barrels again. The taste was as stunning as actress Dolores del Rio, as unforgettable as Mexican diva María Félix. When I told this to my hosts, they laughed and said it was because of the music. What music? I asked.

They led me through the Cazadores distillery, where Corzo is made, to a building where rows of stainless-steel tanks, filled with fermenting agave juice, were bubbling away while listening to a German recording of Rachmaninoff’s “Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini.”

Cazadores’ tequila masters claims the micro-organisms in the fermenting agave juice are moved by the music and feel happy so they ferment quicker and are more relaxed. “

This is what I mean when I say tequila is feminine; what other spirit likes to listen to moody Russian composers while she ferments?

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A tequila sampler

How many tequilas are there? You count them. Photo by David Lansing.

How many tequilas are there? You count them. Photo by David Lansing.

I got a comment from Fred yesterday wondering which tequilas are worth sampling (actually, I think Fred wanted to know how many tequilas worth sampling are out there and the answer to that is, god only knows–but I’m trying to find out). First of all, let me talk about tequila in general.

Any tequila that blends 51% agave with simple sugar alcohols is known as a “mixto.” Two of the best selling tequilas in the world, Jose Cuervo Especial and Sauza Conmemorativo, are mixtos and, as such, are just fine when you’re mixing up big batches of margaritas or drowning the alcohol in sweet fruit juices (in other words, when you’re not interested in actually tasting the agave spirit). If, however, you’d like to sample the supple notes of more sophisticated tequilas, which can have as many as 600 different aromatics compared to 300 for wine and 30 for cognac, then the first thing you should look for on a bottle are the words “100% agave.” This means that, as regulated by Mexico’s Tequila Regulatory Council (CRT), the bottle contains only tequila made from agave. This is important because agave, like grapes, gets much of its herbaceous flavors from the soil—what the French call “terroire.”

The next distinction is the age of the tequila. Plata or silver is not aged. Reposado is aged from two months to a year in large wooden vats or barrels where it gets its amber color and picks up subtle tones of butterscotch and apple. Anejo is aged from one to five years in sealed oak barrels where the flavors mellow, like single-malt whiskeys, picking up hints of vanilla, mocha, smoke, and dried fruit, depending on whether they were aged in new French white oak or charred bourbon barrels. Your favorite will depend on whether you like the clean, herbaceous essence of a silver tequila, the smoky richness of an anejo, or something in between. Some of my favorites:

White or silver: Chinaco Blanco ($40)—complex for a white tequila with hints of citrus.

Don Julio Silver ($40)—sweet agave flavor with a touch of vanilla.

Reposado: El Tesoro de Don Felipe Reposado ($40)—delicate floral flavors with a hint of eucalyptus in the nose.

Corzo Reposado ($55)—sweet, honey flavor.

Anejo: Gran Centenario Anejo ($60)—clove and orange aromas with spicy, nutty tones.

Jose Cuervo Reserva de la Familia ($90)—dark amber with figs and nutmeg; drinks like a cognac.

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Tequila and mariachi music

I decided to stay longer in Guadalajara than I’d planned (this always seems to happen to me). I mean, what the hell. The little town of Tequila was nearby and that, it seemed to me, necessitated a bit of a tequila pilgrimage. Which I began at La Fuente, a rustic, smoky cantina in Guadalajara’s historic district where I could appreciate both mariachi music and tequila at the same time since you really cannot (or should not) separate one from the other.

And La Fuente, a serious drinking establishment not far from the Plaza de los Mariachis, was the perfect place to begin my pilgrimage because it is here, on most evenings, that you will find dozens of musicians in their charro-inspired finery of embroidered felt hats and high-waisted jackets entertaining strolling Tapatíos, as the locals call themselves, alternately celebrating and lamenting love, death, family, Mexico, and the company of a good horse. (There is something very bi-polar about mariachi music, what with a high-spirited number immediately followed by a weepy ballad, but that’s a story for another day.).

Jose Delores. Photo by David Lansing.

Jose Delores. Photo by David Lansing.

It was at La Fuente, while sampling a number of fine tequilas, that I met Jose Delores, a somber-looking man with sorrowful eyes who is the leader of a mariachi band from nearby Atotonilco. I invited Señor Delores, a violinist, to join me for a drink and then asked him if he thought there was an emotional connection between mariachi music and tequila.

He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then slowly lifted his caballito, a tall, hand-blown shot glass designed specifically for sipping tequila, and took a small sip. “Sí, claro,” he said, studying the amber liquid. He placed the caballito back on the table and looked at me impassively. Clearly Señor Delores was a man of few words.

His son, who played the vihuela (a small treble guitar) in his father’s band and had joined us, was a little more expansive. “Tequila, like mariachi, is about emotion,” he said. “It is about a woman who does not love you. It is about the land you grew up on; it is about Dios and diablos.” He shrugged and added, “I do not think it is possible to play or listen to mariachi and not drink tequila. One is the heart of Mexico and the other is the soul, and which is which I’m not really sure. But this is not important because it is not possible to have one without the other. Do you understand?”

Sí, claro,” I told him.

But I really didn’t. At least not yet. But that was okay. After all, this was just the start of my pilgrimage. I had many more cantinas to visit.

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