There are a few things in life that render me utterly powerless and incapable of escaping their appeal. A large, flat, rectangular box of assorted Dunkin Donuts. Photographs of Mickey Rourke holding small dogs. And tequila. So when I stumbled upon this liquid art installation I immediately began spasming, had a heart attack, and the staff of the liquor warehouse was forced to get the in-house defibrillator and slam electricity into my quivering upper torso.