Aroma of vanilla and maybe citrus. No agave to be found. The first flavor that struck me was marshmallow... yikes! Maybe some vanilla and a hint of white pepper. Not much finish.

Clear in the glass, with oily legs, A shimmer thin as spider’s eggs. The color’s fine—filtration’s grace— But something's missing in its place. The nose? Just vanilla, soft and sweet— No agave note, no earthy heat. Was it filtered out, or never there? Unripe, perhaps—just hollow air. The taste returns to vanilla's song, With cinnamon and cake all wrong, A swirl of sweets, too sharp, too fake— Like plastic dreams in birthday cake. Additives dance in every sip, No depth, no soul upon the lip. The finish fades, a whispered ghost— At least it didn’t cost the most.