Los Chimpos Ride Again

You make sure the door is secured and then you open the note.
You read it slowly and out loud because sometimes you just like to do that kind of thing.
It is a plain piece of paper with a delicate script written in red ink.
The note reads;

I know what you are looking for.
I know where you should start looking.
I know you know that I know these things.
Find me where the celestial orchestra meets the horticultural worker to share the amber nectar.

You put check the note again, read it once more, see nothing else is written there, and put it in your pocket.