Tropical Margarita
Sip on the Beach
There was Big Jo.
Which was a hilarious name for someone so small, probably named for having a big attitude like a pack of firecrackers. Vibe like a chihuahua in a Hawaiian shirt. Mirrored aviators on all night. From the off, Jo broke out insanely tasty, tropical Margarita flavours that were, frankly, better than any drink at the neighbourhood bar.
There was Vyv.
Style I’d call New York City by way of Montego Bay: Mohawk, crazy colours, DJ headphones, ready to drop the perfect mix—of music, and of smooth, bright, tangy Long Island Iced Tea flavours.
When you find yourself at sunrise, showering with your socks on, thank Vyv. Vyv’s rocket fuel was a total blast that no one expected—and everyone was buzzing about.
When you find yourself at sunrise, showering with your socks on, thank Vyv. Vyv’s rocket fuel was a total blast that no one expected—and everyone was buzzing about.