Oro means “gold,” though the liquid appears more of a pale straw than golden. Not much aroma, slight green pepper. Smoky, complex flavor, vegetal notes. Pleasantly warm, slightly oily feel. Not much of a finish —some pepper & tannic pucker. This was the only mezcal to arrive with a worm in the bottom of the bottle, which resembles a tiny turd.
Opening aromatic salvo offers air-from-deflating-tire mustiness; time in the glass does little to bail this bouquet out of the stale soup. Palate entry shows a bit of zestiness as the taste goes peppery and bittersweet; the midpalate displays road tar, cigarette ash and distant brown sugar. Finishes flat and off-dry.