16 years old, Summertime:

My friend Ryan had just come back from a trip to Mexico with his dad. He brought back with him a bottle of mezcal. Middle of the day and we decide to go shot for shot. The burn was strong but good. He quits at 9 and I do 2 more. We get on our bikes and go by this girl's house. I win in the battle of alpha-males and get to take the girl upstairs.

So began my love of mezcal.

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As for myself, there are several:
Costa Rica...

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Did you drink any Guaro down in Costa Rica? I've got memories of that shit, not fond ones but memories nonetheless.