You could say my family was born to make tequila—it just took many winding turns until it came together for us all. As far back as I can remember, growing up in the village of Arandas in Jalisco, Mexico, my family and I were surrounded by the agave plant. My grandfather, father, and uncles worked in agriculture and grew agave in front of our house. My earliest memories are of my brother and I playing in between the plants. We brought firewood and the agave piñas (the so-called “pineapples” that grow underground, used to produce tequila) by burro to the local distillery. That was the primary means of income in the whole area—either agave, or corn. It was always a dream of mine to grow my own agave and make tequila. I just didn’t know how to make it a reality. | Read more here.