oom cloete, townsfolk say, shot her beau on his nuptial day. elsa fainted hearing he’d passed, and the bride breathed her last. now a ghostly girl in a wedding gown is said to walk up and down, ever searching that oak-lined lane, longing to see her love again.

roku japanese gin, elderflower, cucumber, lemon, pink fitch & leedes soda

tanqueray no. ten gin, litchi cordial, dry vermouth, salted aloe air

others say bufeljags dam is not a grave, but a womb; the water maiden neither ghost nor siren, as some assume. africa’s first men named the water maiden mami wata, part woman, part fish, a goddess, she is mother of water.

el jimador blanco tequila, strawberry, white cacao, chilli, lime

jim beam bourbon, red grape, coconut, citrus, mint

seeing the dutchman is said to be a bad omen: those who behold her blaze across the horizon – a brig, sails full set, bearing down upon them – are said to see death, and to bid him welcome.

cruxland gin, winter melon, green apple, prosecco, citrus, dill oil

the fallen earth warriors continue to watch over the land to this day, living on as great mountains that guard against the sea’s encroach. some see in table mountain the silhouette of a sleeping man, d’klipman; the xhosa know this to be the great warrior, the watcher of the south.

ketel one vodka, cassis, citrus cordial, fitch & leedes soda, cranberry & champagne foam

many soldiers fought and lost their battle with the waves, and along with the ship, made albatross rock their grave. the remains of the thomas t tucker still lie on the shore, and the soldier’s cries for help echo in the waves’ roar.

bisquit vs cognac, roasted thyme, sauvignon blanc, citrus

the old men who know the old stories say van hunks and the devil still duel. so when the summer south-easter blows, and the cloud-cloth covers the table, you can be sure van hunks and the devil are trying to out-smoke each other, locked in a struggle for his soul on that sierra that is their namesake: devil’s peak.