After a day hunting wild game, the evening brings our traveler, sweat glistening on his brow, into the alley. A distant song invites him to be met with a kiss. Deep, rich plum and purple lilacs are the essence of the lipstick smeared on his collar. The encounter opens the door to rich licorice, vanilla spice and light tannins laced with ink. The memory of the kiss keeps him company as he searches…Payaso means Clown in Spanish. In 1965, Javier Solis sang a popular Mexican ballad by this name. The album Payaso was my mother's favorite album. Hearing the music reminds us of the happy times with our family and is dedicated to her memory.