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.

Nom 1602- All artificial and horrible, as this version was diffuser. Not the worst diffuser product I've entry tried, but still horrible. You have no reason to buy this... even for about $30

I tried, I tried—but could not find That agave note within my mind. Just alcohol came bold and strong, With citrus hints that felt all wrong. A touch of green, a ghostly trace— But not the heart, not that sweet grace. The taste, at last, revealed a spark: Cooked agave, pepper dark. A vegetal whisper, faint and thin, Then silence fell, as if chagrin Had cut the finish, short and dry— And honestly, I can’t deny, I’m glad it didn’t linger long.

Additive taste

Vanilla, caramel and light barrel notes on aroma and flavor. No complexity, little cooked agave. Thin mouthfeel. Some unnatural sweetness lingers on the tongue. Despite literature stating additive free, it doesn't drink like it.