After a gut-wrenching ride from San Miguel to Guanajuato, we entered Jalisco, the Mexican state where the town of Tequila hides alongside the posh metropolis of Guadalajara. We spied a midget cowboy on a full-size horse. The bluish hue of the textured landscape wasn't a reflection of the heavy grey clouds hanging over me. It was the first of many Blue Agave Tequiliana Weber fields. This is the bewitched crop responsible for an intoxicating beverage that causes unsuspecting drinkers to break things they have little or no recollection of ever coming in contact with.
