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Outpost Newsletter: Issue - 064

In This Issue:

  • Introducing Our Newest Contributor

  • Spring Henleys

  • Gin from Spain

  • My New Favorite Food Influencer

  • Vail Food Recommendations

Coming to you from 30,000 feet off 5 days in Vail for a good friend’s bachelor party—this is my Jordan flu game writing you today. I’m shockingly not hungover, but I’m just shot. Spring skiing is in full force out west and we skied hard.

That said, I’m here to recap the trip, share some updates from Outpost, and bring you my very best.


Featured Article: Health & Wellness

Super excited to welcome Taylor Reed to Outpost—I met Taylor in the fall at an event for WM Brown and Blade and Bow. We’ve stayed in touch and I’m happy to report that Taylor will be contributing health and wellness. The hope is to deliver easily consumable and verified wellness advice to slowly chip away at bad habits or build better ones —take it or leave it.


Need: Henleys & Gin

Two things on very different sides:

Rivay Shirt:

One of my favorite men’s clothing brands happens to be in Bedford, NY. down the street from my hometown. They’re moving their store a few shops down to a beautiful corner spot in the heart of town.

Look familiar? It’s the same location we hosted our inaugural Outpost event with Emma Levy and Chef Jim Palmer.

Anyways, spring is here—time to break out the white tees for henleys. I typically reach for James Perse or Rag & Bone, (same one that Daniel Craig wears in bond) but I’m throwing a few of these in the cart this year.


Mahon Gin

I’m not too particular when it comes to liquor in martinis—vodka or gin I’ll typically keep pretty easy:

“Ketel One vodka or Bombay gin, shaken, up, with a rinse, and olives or a twist”

However, at Le Veau d’Or the bartender suggested a niche Spanish gin named “Mahon” and my god—I had to ask her to pull the bottle because of how lovely it is. And mind you, we’re talking about gin here. In the great words of Frank Costanza, there’s no way wine’s better than Pepsi. Let me tell ya—this gin is better than Pepsi.

I haven’t been able to find it at any other bar, but may have to make an excuse to get back to Le Veau—or snag a bottle for the bar cart.


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You Should Follow: Moan Appetit

Moan Appétit on Instagram: "3 months into 2026 and we’re making…

Moan Appetit—popped up on my feed the other month when she was at like 5k followers and she’s hilarious. No surprise she’s now close to 100k—going around to places in the city trying different bites that “make her moan.” Clever, witty, genius.

Moan Appetit if you’re reading this let’s chat on a collab before you’re far outside my “influencer” wheelhouse—if not already there.


Ate: Vail Food Guide (Kinda)

When skiing or outside the city in general, I really try and keep it basic from a food perspective—craving simple sandwiches and home-cooked meals as opposed to the 3–4 course ordeals that I frequent for work in the city.

We had a great meal at a restaurant partner of Blackbird—Chasing Rabbits, a new super high-end restaurant and “adult arcade.” The drinks were proper, appetizers like ceviche and local salmon belly were great, and my Colorado pork chop was delish.

That said, the highlight of the trip was a small BBQ joint down the road in Minturn that we ordered takeout from. The restaurant is the kind of place—door wide open, dogs sitting on barstools at the counter. They offered us a few beers outside while we waited for the order to finish up, parked in this idyllic town of Minturn resembling that of an old mining town—which it very well could have been, IDK.

There is also an incredible saloon called the Minturn Saloon that locals will ski to from the backcountry of Vail Mountain all the way to the saloon in the town over. They dub it the “Minturn Mile,” You battle the backcountry—traversing serious bowl skiing, beaver dams, and everything in between—till you pop out for a beer or two at the bar before grabbing the bus back to Vail.

Unfortunately, despite my best efforts to just say FK it we will figure it out to the crew, there truly wasn’t enough snow to make it there without doing some serious hiking in ski boots over said beaver dams that had thawed out.

As such, despite really, really wanting to have a beer at the saloon, I saved it till next time—when I’ve truly earned it on the back of skis instead of the back of a rental. Always leave a few stones unturned, as they say.

Have a great week everyone.

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