Because the local well water in Baja isn't quite exclusive enough, the quiet luxury crowd is now importing $40 individual 'artisanal' ice cubes hand-carved by depressed mixologists in Brooklyn. They are shipped frozen via private jet so the local mezcal enthusiasts can ruin a perfectly good spirit with geometric pretension. An expat named Chad recently spent twenty minutes explaining to me how the 'crystalline structure of the sphere' enhances his spiritual journey. It's frozen tap water, Chad, and it's aggressively melting in the 100-degree desert heat while you babble.