Desamor a lo Californiano

The purple mountain people have a certain way of mourning.
When dust-size disaster strikes, there are two options:
tequila or banda.

Either option is sufficient. By biogenetic accident, the 20 million mouths that are English-only by day find themselves fluent in Spanish-language sadness by night. And coupled with the clean notes of cactus flowers, are comforted through the sunrise.