Swizzle and Whisk

06/03/2026

Current status:

In my recliner.
Love Island on the TV.
Ryan Bingham’s bourbon in my glass, which is surprisingly not awful.

Festival prep? Not done.
Syrups? Not done.
To-do list? Long enough to qualify as a novel.

My body is still filing complaints from last weekend, while my brain is busy conducting a full-scale planning meeting that nobody asked for.

But for tonight, I’m attempting to ignore the mountain of things I should be doing and enjoy a drink that tastes vaguely of pecans and questionable life choices.

Tomorrow we get back to making things, bottling things, labeling things, and wondering why I do this to myself every single event.

For now, I’m feeling kinda nutty.
🌙🥃🤎

05/31/2026

A sincere thank you to Elle for inviting me out last night.

What I expected: casually making some mocktails.

What actually happened: becoming the human equivalent of a shaken beverage.

The drinks did not stop. The people did not stop.

At one point I looked up, saw another group walking toward the bar, and simply accepted my fate.

The best part? Y’all loved the mocktails.

Every compliment, every “wait, these are non-alcoholic?” and every person who came back for another made the chaos worth it.

For three solid hours, it was just me behind the bar making drinks on demand and trying to stay one garnish ahead of the crowd. I barely had time to look up, much less remember that breathing is generally considered important.

My feet have filed a formal complaint. My lungs would like to discuss the whole “oxygen” thing. My shaker arm is considering retirement.

But honestly? I’d do it all again tonight.

Thanks for showing up, drinking me nearly out of ingredients, and making it such a ridiculously fun night. 🖤🍹

05/28/2026

⚙️🖤 I would like to formally announce that I am about to become insufferable about the .

Corset? In progress.
Boots? Ready to stomp through alternate timelines.
Vibe? Bourbon witch accidentally hired by an airship cartel.

I’m stupid excited for this one. Give me brass, gears, smoky eyeliner, questionable inventions, and a pocket watch that may or may not contain emergency whiskey.

If you see me wandering Galveston looking like I sell illegal elixirs behind a Victorian apothecary…mind your business. ⚙️🥃✨

05/23/2026

Father’s Day is coming and apparently “I panicked at Academy 30 minutes before closing” is not a love language. 🥃

So I made cocktail gift boxes.

Each one includes handcrafted syrups, premium garnishes, glassware, mixers, cocktail extras, and a complimentary bottle to complete the vibe. Choose from bourbon, tequila, or vodka boxes featuring flavors like Burnt to a Fig, Dragon Drama, Black Sage, Bitter Behavior, Texas Tingle, and more.

Think:
🥃 Old Fashioneds that judge your life choices
🌵 Spicy margaritas with emotional support Tajín
🍸 Vodka cocktails that belong in low lighting with Fleetwood Mac playing somewhere in the distance

Boxes are $65 and available by preorder only.
Local delivery available this week or pickup at the next Moonlight Market.

Limited quantities because contrary to popular belief, I am only one mildly feral woman with cellophane bags and a dream.

Message me to claim one.

05/23/2026

One stays on the bar tonight. ⚓️

Not for decoration.
Not for aesthetics.
For the ones who boarded a ship, answered a call, kissed somebody goodbye, and never made it home.

So tonight, while the ice melts and the glasses clink and the world keeps spinning a little too fast, one drink stays untouched.

Here’s to the sailors we lost.
The empty seats.
The stories that ended too soon.

Raise one. Leave one. Remember them. 🇺🇸

05/19/2026

Sherman…I’m back 😏🇺🇸✨

Catch Swizzle & Whisk at the Stars, Stripes & Summer Nights Market this Friday night from 6–9pm with:
🍓 mocktails
🧊 cocktail cubes
🍸 house syrups
🔥 rimmers that improve decision making*

This week’s lineup:
✨ Strawberry Passion Punch
✨ Texas Heat
✨ Pear Spritz
✨ Blackberry Sage Lemonade

Mocktails with a complimentary spike available because we believe in freedom 🫡

Come sip something nice, wander around downtown, and pretend you’re only stopping by once.

You’ll circle back.

05/19/2026

Cuz why not 🤷‍♀️

05/19/2026

Today’s special is a spicy mocktail and prolonged uncomfortable eye contact. 🔥🌶️

Made with Texas Heat, pineapple, lime, ginger beer, and the kind of jalapeño energy that makes people take one sip, blink twice, and stare into the middle distance like they just witnessed a minor supernatural event.

Current side effects include:

* sweating attractively
* saying “wait…this is NON alcoholic?”
* awkwardly hovering near the bar for a second one
* becoming emotionally attached to a garnish

It’s giving:
✨ vacation divorce energy
✨ gas station sunglasses confidence
✨ “this seemed like a good idea at the time” chic

Anyway. Come get hydrated aggressively. 🍍🔥

05/07/2026

It’s 2:30 in the morning and I’m standing over the stove cooking syrups like a caffeinated swamp witch with zero self preservation. 🌶️🍇☕️

Texas Tingle is loud, Blackberry Sage is dangerously smooth, and this kitchen currently smells like jalapeños, blackberries, coffee liqueur, and questionable life choices.

Countertops are sticky. Playlist is unhinged. Sleep schedule is in critical condition. But market syrups are happening whether the universe approves or not.

05/04/2026