Mezcaleria in Mexico City I was walking home and minding my own business when a woody, slightly spiced, pine smell guided me through the entrance of a Mezcaleria. I hadn’t yet made the connection. So I sipped a Mezcalita on the rocks, and didn’t give it too much thought. There was a fleeting feeling of familiarity, and I had the sense that I should be savouring a glass of red. I stood by the bar in a strange state of comfort and confusion, drawn to the incense but not knowing