Mutiny Bloody Mix

08/07/2026

05/16/2026

All hands on deck today.

The crew’s running full throttle from sun up to damn near sun down.

Mutiny will be bouncing between the Smoke & Sip BBQ Festival and a pool tournament all day long, surviving on smoke, caffeine, bad decisions, and pure stubbornness.

One stop smells like BBQ pits and fire. The other smells like chalk dust, whiskey, and bad intentions.
Honestly… it feels pretty on brand.

If you see the black flag flying today, stop by and say hello. Grab a bottle. Talk some s**t. Raise a little hell with us.
The ship’s moving fast today, boys. Some days aren’t about comfort. Some days are about keeping the ship moving no matter how rough the water gets.
After all, going down with the ship is for the Captain

05/14/2026

Tonight the arsenal got an upgrade.

A new labeling machine now sits below deck, ready to march bottles through like cannon rounds headed for open water.

It may not look like much to most people.
But if you’ve ever built something from nothing… you understand these moments.
Every piece of equipment.
Every late night.
Every dollar scraped together.
Every scar earned along the way.
That’s how mutinies are built.
Not in comfort. Not in safety. Not with investors throwing gold at your feet.
Built in smoke. Built in chaos. Built by refusing to let the ship sink.
The black flag still flies. And the operation grows darker by the day.
Smoked. Spiced. Bottled Rebellion.

-After all, goin' down with the ship is for the Captain

05/12/2026

The air’s about to thicken with smoke, fire, and POUR decisions.

This Saturday, Mutiny drags itself into the Smoke & Sip BBQ Festival at Middlebrook Farm.

The pitmasters will be feeding the flames.
The beer will be flowing.
The music will shake the dust loose from the rafters.
…and somewhere in the haze, you’ll find us pouring smoked Bloody Mary mix born from fire, smoke, and a little bit of madness.
No polished sales pitch.
No fancy gimmicks.
Just smoke in your lungs, spice on your tongue, and the kind of atmosphere that feels like a pirate ship wrecked straight into a backyard BBQ.
Come find the black flag.
Grab a bottle.
Raise hell with the crew.

May 16 • 12PM–4PM
Middlebrook Farm • Cu***ng, Iowa

The smoke calls to strange people.
That’s how you know you’re in the right place.

After all… going down with the ship is for the Captain.