Casa Faro is named for the lighthouses of México's coast. A single light, kept for a stranger. The oldest hospitality we know.
The bottle takes their shape. The mark — an arched door — is the way in.
Stoneware ceramic, the clay of México's coast. Sealed in wax. The mark is pressed into the body before firing.
No paper. No glass. What the bottle holds is meant to be poured slowly, and the bottle kept after.
A blanco. Tahona-crushed. Unaged. What the agave is, before anything is done to it.
La hora del farol. The hour the light is lit.
A short glass. A small pour. Nothing on it.