Here it is, the 20th of the month, and only now do we get to a second tequila. This time it’s from a company called Cazadores.

Now, this is a blanco tequila, meaning that it’s not aged. So that’s strike 1. But let’s see if their website can give us any reasons to love it:

“Crafted in the Highlands of Jalisco, made with 100% Blue Weber Agave, Cazadores has stayed true to its roots since 1922 — authentic, smooth, and made to celebrate lifes [sic] real moments.”

Other than the claim about the agave, this is pretty meaningless. And their credibility is shot given their inability to properly use punctuation.

Then they add that their blanco is “tequila in its purest form, without aging, for intensity and real flavor of agave. Citrus fruits, fragrant herbs and the customary smooth finish makes [sic] Tequila CAZADORES^® Blanco excellent for cocktails or sipped neat.” Strike 2.

Still, I am a professional, and I will taste this tequila in spite of the errors of punctuation and subject-verb agreement.

Appearance: As an unaged spirit, this is as colorless and unremarkable as my dating life in college.

Aroma: It smells fresh and slightly honey-sweet, with a little citrus in the background. It’s inoffensive, though not exactly what I’d want in an alcoholic drink.

Taste: Now would probably be a good time to admit that I’m not a huge fan of tequila (though I do like me a good Mezcal). So when I say that this stuff tastes like Plasti-Goop, it’s entirely possible that it’s supposed to taste that way. In any event, the taste reminds me of plastic irrigation pipe and Berryman Chemtool and glazing putty.

Finish: Now, here’s the secret to Cazadores’ success (for they’ve been around for over a century): The finish is not nearly as harsh as the chemical-y taste would lead you to expect. In fact, I’d say the finish is mild, and somehow those sweet and citrus notes from the nose turn up again to seduce you into thinking maybe you were hasty in disparaging the taste. So you take another sip, and the scales fall from your eyes. And you pour it into the nearest potted palm. Won’t get fooled again.

Bottom Line: As I said, I’m not a blanco tequila fan. So if it’s your thing, don’t let me yuck your yum. But do yourself a favor and mix it into a margarita.