Buffelsfontein Brandy 750ml

Buffelsfontein brandy is a balm for sorrow, a cold cloth on a feverish forehead, and grandma’s leg of lamb in the oven. It’s grandpa’s concertina after Sunday afternoon’s braai, a watermelon in the swimming pool, and cold ice cream from a ragged van in the street.

It soothes the pain of an unanswered love letter, expensive diesel, and a lamb drowning in your drink. It’s the smell of a wet calf in your kraal and that purple stuff you spray on your cattle’s sores.

It’s rain on a tin roof, the smell of gunpowder from a bolt-action rifle, and a land full of maize plants breaking through the soil. It’s red soil between your toes and the sound of skipping stones hitting each other as water flows down the stream.

It’s comfortable slippers, yellow fat biltong, and swimming in December. It winds through your insides like a DJ Opperman poem, rugby running back, and the goosebumps when you pull that plastic off a brand-new tractor seat. It’s a girl who blushes when she sees you and a bullet hole in the bushveld.

So go and plop your butt down next to a fire, pour a long one, and spoil yourself, you rough rascal.