I was given a bottle of Mezcal as a gift. From then on, I tasted it a time or two over the years.
Worse tasting stuff I ever drank. There were two shots left and it was me and my sister.
She poured me the shot with the worm in it and I got so excited, I spilled the shot on the floor, then stepped on the worm.
In college, we had a double-sided punch dispenser. The kind you used to see in Woolworths that pumped the punch to the top & then it streamed down the inside of the clear container. And you put your glass underneath to fill up.
We would go to Tijuana quite a few times & each of us would bring back our limit of Mezcal to make margaritas for the punch machine.
We usually had margaritas on one side & some rum concoction on the other.
ROFLOL