r/Mezcal • u/CopitaBagus • 1d ago
La Mixteca Region Palenque Tour Stop 6 – Amando Alvarez – Santa Maria Ixcatlán
La Mixteca Region Palenque Tour Stop 6 – Amando Alvarez – Santa Maria Ixcatlán
After our morning of confused hotel rooms and missed connections, we said good-bye to Cornelio’s wife and headed on to our last stop of this three day tour. We were heading to Santa Maria Ixcatlán, to meet Amando Alvarado, the well known maestro who does cowhide fermentation and clay pot distillation for his papalomet mezcals. But first, we had to have some more confusion.
The first dose came in the form of a disappearing road. We’d been directed to a dirt road that would save us an hour or so of driving, but it grew progressively worse until it became unpassable. So bad and narrow that we had to back up several hundred meters before we could even effect our 10-point turnaround, this ended up costing us a couple of hours. As a result, we didn’t arrive in S.M. Ixcatlán until late in the afternoon.
The second bit of unexpected chaos was a great kind; there was a festival going on!
While Ixcatlán once was a thriving town with thousands of residents, its industry has withered, it’s young people move out, and its currently home to only 500 people. Typically now a town of many buildings but few people; but not today.
Omar has set us up with a wonderful surprise, by planning our arrival day to coincide with Ixcatlán’s annual religious celebration, the “Santuario del Señor de las Tres Caidas”, or “The lord of the three falls”. It celebrates the bible passage when Jesus is walked to Calvary and he falls three times while carrying the cross. Ixcatlan is the focus of an annual pilgrimage to honor this event and an image of it that resides in the church. Thousands of pilgrims descend upon the town for a celebration that goes on for several days, and we’d pulled into town at the event’s apex. There were tents setup in very vacant lot in town, food stalls and vendors everywhere, and thousands of people about.
Of course, this celebration combined with our late arrival meant all our plans went awry. Don Amando had meant to show us his palenque early in the day, so that he could then attend to festival responsibilities that night. There was no time now to go to the palenque, as he was busy helping out in his families small shop. But come, come, we’ll go there now for a meal!
The next six hours were absolute wonderous mayhem. Much of it forgotten in the haze of firework smoke and too many copitas of excellent cuero de vaca mezcals. We joined the parade as we walked toward Don Amandos. I noticed we were attracting a lot of attention; it was only several hours later that I realized why: we were the only two Caucasian tourists in the entire town. This resulted in a constant stream of curious stares, shy greetings, and braver questioning from those who spoke a bit of English. Id’ often find myself talking to someone and then there would be 3 people…then 7…then 15. As Omar said “You got interviewed a lot today”.
When we got to the shop, we found they’d converted it into a restaurant for the festival. There were 25-30 people crowded around tables, eating goat stew and quesadillas and drinking Victorias. We were ushered into the kitchen, where we met Amandos family and ate around a big table. The meal was delicious, and so too were the copitas of Papalomet that we were offered. I’ve heard the term “funky” mentioned for owhide mezcals in the past, and I’ve tasted a few that would qualify, but these were at another level. Super lactic, with an almost cheesecake flavor in the background. Excellent stuff. And the difference between it and Jose Froylan, who also uses cowhide but treetrunk rather than claypot, was marked.
We headed out from there to check out the dances, shop at the stalls, and drink more mezcal. We went to the Community Hall, where we were told that the townspeople provided free meals to the pilgrims…and that the local mezcaleros had each donated a garafon of their mezcals. While most were being fed at tables outside, our unexpected appearance got us inside access, and we spent the next hour meeting a half dozen mezaleros and sampling their wares. I’m pretty sure Amando’s son was one of them, and I distinctly remember Victor Munoz; partly because he was a cop AND mezcalero, and partly because I bought one of his liters. As we were doing all of this drinking in the dusky room, I also noticed that we were sitting in a tinder keg. The room was packed with fireworks…and they’re about to get lit so lets go!
We left town around 11pm. Spent, full, and wonderfully content. We didn’t get the opportunity to visit our palenque as planned, but what had transpired was even better and unplannable: a racous day filled with color and mezcals and friendly people. My only sorrow was that we now had 2.5 hours of driving to get to Oaxaca and our hotel, and that our road trip was ending.
We tasted:
Papalome
Papalometl
Espadilla
Ticuchi
Espadin
Pictures:
Amando Alvarez
Getting sprayed at the parade
Victor Munoz
Firworks room
Drunk Devils
Cucharillo wreaths
Fireworks dancing