Cinco de Mayo isn’t Mexico’s Independence Day — that’s September — but a sharper, stranger flashpoint: May 5, 1862, when an outnumbered Mexican force held the line against the French at the Battle of Puebla. It wasn’t the end of anything. It was a refusal. A moment where grit outweighed expectation and the underdog didn’t blink. Which, honestly, feels like the exact energy you want in a glass — something balanced, resilient, quietly confident in its own structure.
Peaks & Pints Tuesday Cinco de Mayo Flight
