08/24/2025
Meet Quilliam. He is a blue agave in his teenage emo phase-spiky, moody, and forever sighing at the sun. With his stormy leaves fanned like a dramatic hair swoop, he insists no one understands the pain of being destined for tequila. He broods in the shade, whispers angsty poetry to passing cacti, and swears his spikes are “more than protection-they’re self-expression.”
Make sure to say hi to Quill during your next massage.
