Now all you need is a cavernous space in which to blast them and you're set. I know you're out in SoCal -- land of few basements -- but you could start excavating a subterranean, acoustically ideal lair specifically for the enjoyment of these Martin Logans (or their big brothers).
You get excited about products often, but I have not seen you like this since you first told us about your Njoe Tjoeb. Clearly, a purchase must be made. Underground lair is optional, of course.