While recording sound for Sons of Mezcal, my approach was to focus on the little details of each location. With many scenes having little dialogue, I was free to explore the rich soundscapes of the Oaxacan maguey fields. I would capture the wind as it sliced between blades of agave in the early morning and contrast it with the sharp chop of a machete through a Quiote. I remember the sound of fermenting mezcal bubbling in the palenque as a horse clacks its hooves and pulls a rumbling stone around the tahona. Oaxaca is as unique audibly as it is visually, and I hope that translates in the film.