I came back from the cabin to find Antonia and Darien taking a break from packing up the house. It seems part of their strategy is to finish off any bottle that had already been opened so we wouldn't have to move it to our new house. They were working on the dregs of a bottle of golden, smokey Mezcal when I walked in. It is hard to argue with success, however. They were making excellent progress going through the kitchen. They salted up a tumbler for me so I could toast their efforts. I declined the worm.