Blasterre

Crack the bottle. Suddenly it’s 87 degrees at 10pm, someone’s blasting music from a bike speaker, and there’s a slip-n-slide on a city sidewalk for no reason. Blasterre is pure movement—no chill, no rules, no waiting. It’s not here for a tasting note. It’s here for the group hug that turns into a dogpile. It’s here for the friend who starts a chant in line for pizza. If you’re not coming in hot, don’t come at all.