Let me put on my "Josie Wales" hat ...
Well now I reckon you want to hear about this spirit they call Tito’s. Pull up a chair, but don't get too comfortable.
Tito didn't have no fancy investors or a silver spoon. He had nineteen credit cards maxed out to the tune of eighty-eight thousand dollars. He built a shack and a pot still with his own two hands—the first legal distillery in Texas since they tried to tell men they couldn't drink. He slept next to that still with nothing but a yellow dog for company, making sure the fire didn't go out and the spirit came out clean.
He didn't use wheat or potatoes like the city folks. He used yellow corn. Distilled it six times until it was smooth enough to drink straight, without all that burn that makes a man want to reach for his gun. He started by selling it out of the back of his truck, one case at a time, telling folks: "If you like it, tell twenty of your friends."
Reckon they did.
That’s just the way it is.
So yeah .. its damn good. Try it.
Well now I reckon you want to hear about this spirit they call Tito’s. Pull up a chair, but don't get too comfortable.
The Word on the Trail (The Backstory)
Now, I’ve seen a lot of men try to sell a dream in a bottle, but this fella Bert “Tito” Beveridge… he’s got iron in his words. Back in the mid-90s down in Austin, Texas, he was just a man with a degree in geology and a heap of bad luck in the mortgage trade. But when things look bad, you gotta get mean. Plumb, mad-dog mean.Tito didn't have no fancy investors or a silver spoon. He had nineteen credit cards maxed out to the tune of eighty-eight thousand dollars. He built a shack and a pot still with his own two hands—the first legal distillery in Texas since they tried to tell men they couldn't drink. He slept next to that still with nothing but a yellow dog for company, making sure the fire didn't go out and the spirit came out clean.
He didn't use wheat or potatoes like the city folks. He used yellow corn. Distilled it six times until it was smooth enough to drink straight, without all that burn that makes a man want to reach for his gun. He started by selling it out of the back of his truck, one case at a time, telling folks: "If you like it, tell twenty of your friends."
Reckon they did.
The Review: Iron and Spirit
Now, about the drink itself. Most vodkas are like a "double-tongued" government—promising you the world and giving you a headache by sunrise. But this Tito’s… it’s different.- The Taste: It’s made from corn, so it’s got a bit of sweetness to it, like a Kansas field before the Redlegs burnt it down. It’s clean. No "stains" on the palate.
- The Smoothness: You can drink it neat or on the rocks. It goes down easy, which is a rare thing in a world full of snake oil and carpetbaggers selling "wonders" for a dollar a bottle.
- The Verdict: It’s a survivor’s drink. It’s got grit, it’s got history, and it don't apologize for where it came from.
That’s just the way it is.
So yeah .. its damn good. Try it.