My aunt once bought a fancy tequila because the bottle had a little sombrero. She didn’t check the ABV—it turned out to be 50%. She took a shot, declared she was “fluent in Spanish,” and then tried to dance on the coffee table. It didn’t end well. So please, check the label, know your limit, and maybe keep the sombrero on your head, not the bottle.
At the end of the day, tequila is a friend you want to understand. It’s strong enough to make a story, but not so strong that you forget the ending. So next time someone asks, “How much alcohol is in tequila?” you can smile, say “Around 40%, but let’s keep it fun,” and hand them a lime. Cheers to that.
