At dusk, in the shadow of the rose-colored mountains you found your perfect spot. The tent is pitched, the fire is lit, and the loaded cooler you worked hard to hike out here is ready to be raided. You settle down near the magnificently crackling fire and pull a Weekender from your stores. It’s earthy yet tropical; it’s dank yet fresh—it’s a Weekender, yet the weekend festivities have only just begun.