Good times, with Cocktails

A taste of local flavour in Cochabamba. Dog and pony show included in the admission price.

Wheezin’ the Juice. Look it up.

Moody and romantic. NBD, it’s just a fucking orchid in my drink. No wonder everything in Norway costs a million dollars.

Is that a coy little Aperol Spritz lurking behind a bold as brass gin and tonic?

This speaks for itself. Summer in a glass. Woop woop!

The Milk Maid. A winning combination of gin, cucumber, mint and simple syrup. Also comes with a secondary pour in a tiny cute bottle. Squee!

This cocktail was literally the “Bee’s Knees” from Mallard Cottage in the super charming Quidi Vidi Village. I don’t remember exactly what was in it, but that’s probably a symptom of how dang good it was.

Long time no type. But this is a legit speakeasy scenario (no street level signage, buzzer) so what the hell. There is actually marshmallow in my drink and now I am STOKED

The path to Sunday perfection is at hand

Saturday day drinking is super satisfying on the long weekend.

Sometimes you live in the right place, but the right people are half a world away

Raffles Hotel, slingin' cocktails for over 100 years. See what I did there?

What makes a mojito royal? Champagne, d'uh.

Life is better when viewed through the bottom of a glass of pink wine