AGAVE BLUES

But LO, the MIRACLE OF AGAVE BLUES

the miracle of nature was the great goddess of the [Mexican Aloe], Maguey, the Goddess Mayahuel, whose flowers cluttered in pyramidal clusters, towerlapping above their dark coronals of leaves, like so many swords of dull blue flint. They can be seen unsheathing themselves to the sun in many a wide acre of the table-land. Its bruised pulp of spikes afford a paste to make paper; its juice when blades are cut is fermented into an intoxicating beverage called PULQUE, of which the inhabitants, to this day, are very fond; its leaves also supply an impenetrable thatch for the humbler dwellings. Thread for weaving coarse cloth and strong rope were drawn from its tough and twisted fibers; it made the weave of the paper they recorded their picture-codices with. Not only that, but its thorns at the extremity of the leaves were used as pins and needles used in ritualized self-mutilation of the tongue and genitals. The body part would be pierced with the agave needle, thereafter the blood was smeared on a bit of paper and burned in the fire as an offering. At last,the root, when properly cooked, made a sweet and wholesome dish. The AGAVE, in short, was vestment, mead, meat, and writing material for the Aztec People. It is certain that "Nature never before had bundled together so many of the elements of human comfort and CIVILIZATION!"

That is why the Goddess Mayahuel had given primordial birth to the 400 Drunken Rabbits who nurse the Pulque from her fertile milkyway source, and cavorting in cosmic counsel preside over all Drunkenness, past present or future.

The cosmos rings out with the reverberations of their demented laughter.

Agave Blues:

a distillate.

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