Sometimes, the best things happen by chance, when life gives us those little surprises.
It was by chance, during a typical late autumn evening in London, that I came to meet my now friend, Emmanuel.
Although Emmanuel was just passing by on his way back home to Mexico, we had enough time to share a few drinks at one of my favourite places in London: Milroy's of Soho.
Amid the typical latin-american football banter, encouraged by the generous flow of exceptional tipples suggested by the in-house head mixologist, Jack, we also had time to find the solution to all the world's problems while discussing the legitimacy of Lucha Libre as a sport.
But it was the story about his family business, a tradition that has been kept alive for four generations, that captivated me. The story behind Mezcal Don Galo.
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To get to know how real artisan mezcal is made was just fascinating. A mixture of knowledge, patience and care and respect for the maguey and the land.
At that time, From-Am was just a dream, and I knew that if I was to offer any mezcal, it would have to be Don Galo.
And then, it was turf-out time, so we were given our heavy coats and our heavy bill.
After wishing Emmanuel a safe flight home and rushing to the Underground before the last tube home was gone, I thought how London is a bit like mezcal: complex with lots of character and smokey notes. I definitely needed to get home.
And this is how I came to know Mezcal Don Galo; just like the best things in life happen: by chance.
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