This was not distilled from Agave, oh no – more probably creosote.
This is without question the most vile distillation I have ever encountered in my 40 plus years of bending an elbow.
Put plainly and descriptively, only such a nasty virulent piece of effluvia in a form as witnessed by sodden compacted bright yellow steaming holes drilled into the snow by weary dehydrated sled dogs could only taste worse than this.
If I was lying tits up in my own puke, I would rather choke on my own vomit and die rather than have even the smallest measure of this ever dribble down my gullet again.
PS – Because Don Alvaro tastes like lighter fluid smells.