This is an easy-sipping luxury tequila bottled in 1942. Yeah, right. On principle, I’m just going to call this Don Julio Too Tall. You can’t have this on any shelf except at the top of the bar (unless you have low ceilings; then you’re screwed). Goddam marketers. Alas, it works. Everyone who has had experience sipping on some spirit, without coughing and gagging, can enjoy this – this includes people who are tequila aficionados and people who don’t know anything about tequila. People with a superficial knowledge in tequila will often point to this bottle as the best there is. If you like having guests over, have one in your bar. That’s pretty much the review. NOSE: Vanilla. Caramel. Butterscotch. Not much else. Clean and straightforward. PALATE: Vanilla. Caramel. Butterscotch. So rich, so chewy, like a nougat; but definitely not very complex. Almost no spice or herbaciousness. FINISH: Vanilla. Caramel. Butterscotch. A trace of its agave roots. If you think tequila is gag reflex exercise for undergrads, this one will change your perception. VERDICT: Too Tall was aged 2.5 years in American oak bourbon casks, but the wood and bourbon influence completely take over. This is definitely a sippable tequila, but not a tastable one, which only concerns we snobby folks who can cerebralize the difference. Mexican duty frees, and reputable stores State-side have it for ~$90. Do not spend triple digits on this. Some stores are selling it for up to $150. Thanks Meek Mills. Question the quality and price tag of any product in a hip hop song; that just might be a bigger kiss of death than “travel retail exclusive.” MARK: 78/100.