In good tequila you can taste where it grew. I understand tequila. The ferment times and vessels, the crushing methods, the type of still and number of distillations, they all influence flavour, but I don’t really get to talk about tequila anymore. After years honing my spirits knowledge I’ve sidestepped into the new world of wine retail, and have been drinking everything I can get my hands on, blowing my budget on a weekly basis, just so I can answer the most common customer question “Have you tried it?”. The answer after well over a year is still overwhelmingly “No”.
In a busy group chat with three female friends, that has become one of the social highlights of locked down life, I recently raved about a wine I’d managed to try a small sample of in a Zoom tasting session with it’s maker. A chardonnay from Adelaide Hills made in oxidative Jura-esque style that had me tapping the upside glass over my mouth for every last drop.
The chat, all ex-hospitality professionals with resumés most young bartenders only dream of, quickly evolved into a discussion of our favourite varietals as we planned what we would be drinking together at our first post lockdown catch up. As I weighed up the wines I gush over when I describe them to customers, preparing to throw my hat into the ring, I realised a preference for salty, textural, weighty whites. Greco is a newfound favourite for me, while a Sicilian inzolia catarratto fifty fifty blend full of overripe tropical fruit, and a mineral, melony Piemontese cortese had both swept me away recently. As I joked to my friends, “I think I have a salt tooth”, I drew a line between my favourite white wines and the style of tequila I’ve always enjoyed.
My preference is for tequilas made from agaves grown in the volcanic soils of the Jalisco valley – salty, textural, often with a rich bready, cooked fruit flavours when aged, and a woody, vegetal spice when untouched by oak. I’ve also always felt great affection for Chinaco from Tamaulipas where the agaves are grown so close to the coast that it seems you can taste the sea air. Here I was, describing the wines I’ve loved recently in similar terms and finally starting to understand why I loved them. My spirits knowledge is slowly starting to translate. It was a joy to notice the heavy oak influence on an Argentinian malbec and recognise the flavour profile of new American oak. I don’t feel like I’m underwater anymore.
It shouldn’t be revelatory to me, as a drinks professional of 15 years, to know what I like, but in the past year and a half since my career change I’ve been drinking anything recommended to me, anything new, anything to create a personal library of tasting notes to help others choose, and I hadn’t bought a wine twice. It’s finally time to start drinking wine for me again, not just for my customers. So I looked up that oxidative chardonnay, and I bought two.

