For what seems like an eternity have we been roaming the dusty roads of the sierra and wandering in the human crowds of Mexico — the craziest place on the Earth. We stopped at the tiny roadside pubs in the stuffy rooms of which the lonely amigos were lazily nursing their tequilas. The shadows from their sombreros always hid the expressions of their eyes so you never knew what would appear from under their poncho — a hand of greeting or the steel of a gun.

We've spent a lot of time finding this taste for you. The Mexicans jealously protect the secret of the unique Tequila Sombrero cocktail; generations of barmen were passing it from father to son. The rich landowners were enjoying its taste, the unlucky macho were drowning in it the sorrows of unhappy love, and the soldiers were drinking it to celebrate their victory in yet another Civil War.

There's no need to wait for a special night to try this heady cocktail. Every night is special in the Mexican land where both the angel and the devil feel at home.