Welcome!
Mmm... smell that coconut oil? Another Bacardi, perhaps?
If you're looking for a no-strings corporation with zero tax, zero pressure, and nobody telling you what to do... pull up a deck chair, you've found your beach.
We believe the best tan lines come from staring too long at a sunset over a burning Drake. Our hangar smells like SPF 50 and sandalwood. Our doctrine fits on a cocktail napkin: fly what you want, fly when you want, fly with us if you feel like it, or don't fly at all!
Literally, nobody cares. We're all too busy drinking mohitos and listening to Steely Dan.
Just one rule... don't be a dick.
Come chat if you're interested in getting acquainted!
Hawaiian Tropic Public Beach See you soon, babe!