The US Hunt

Fermented in bovine hide. Unfiltered, raw, chaotic.

A direct line to the chaos of nature. It tastes like the earth breathing.

Clay pot distilled by Lalo Ángeles, the 'philosopher of Minas.'

Intellectual complexity. It demands you sit in silence and listen.

Ancestral clay pot. The 'aristocracy' of mezcal. Precise, elegant, ancient.

A connection to generations of wisdom. It feels like drinking history.

'Vino de Mezcal.' Wild yeasts, underground ovens, pure spirit.

The soul of the plant, unmediated by commerce. Spiritual purity.

High proof (often 50%+). Intense minerality and bright acids.

An electric shock to the system. Wakes up every synapse.

'Neta' means 'The Truth.' Small batches from Miahuatlán.

Unvarnished reality. It tastes like the specific hillside it grew on.

Raicilla. Fermented in pine boxes. Tastes like blue cheese and forest floor.

A walk in a damp forest at twilight. Haunting and strange.

Distilled from Pulque (fermented sap), not the heart. Creamy, sour, wild.

A shapeshifter. It defies your definition of what agave spirits are.

Curated batches from specific legends (like the Isidro family).

The feeling of discovering a secret. Intimate and personal.

Tiny wild agaves from Sonora. Intense, green, vibrant.

The resilience of life in the harshest deserts.

The 'Wild Boar' agave. Foams and explodes during distillation.

Taming the beast. You can taste the struggle and the victory.

The Rebel. Refuses to call itself Tequila or Mezcal. 'Agave Spirit.'

Defiance. Tastes like freedom and roasted agave sugar.