We’ve always known that the siren song of our neighbors to the south would lure your ever-loyal Spirit Guides back.  Has the nectar of the agave lulled us into its sweet embrace again like the lotus of old?  Can we come up with another odyssian metaphor before our literary depths run empty like the pillaged treasure rooms of Troy? Clearly not, it seems. Still, we drink some very interesting tequila so come join us for a taste and a listen.