Turkish Eggs @ Bar Bar Black Sheep

After a breakfast meeting of the central committee of the Swartland Sipping Soviet this morning at Bar Bar Blacksheep, I was vouchsafed the most wicked nickname for Montpellier de Tulbagh, a wine producer and popular wedding venue in the neighbouring Tulbagh (or Tukbagh according to the Financial Times) appellation: Montpellier = “mond vol piele” (mouth full of pricks). Adi Badenhorst recently (like last night) returned from smousing Swartland in the USA, nearly plotzed on his potatoes.

Turkish Eggs

Turkish Eggs

Eben Sadie, the baby Jesus of SA wine, according to Anton Espost (who was in Graaff Reinet, where he owns some property) reports that he has made a stunning Rosé after eight years trying. With just 1000 litres available, he suggested listing it at BBBS – yet another incentive for his Kenilworth disciples to foreswear Melissa’s and schedule a penitential pilgrimage to the Paardeberg. Meanwhile our own red Sémillon is still fermenting in Adi’s winery. Perhaps we shall list that in Mynhardt’s Michelin Manque. We shall see.

Adi Badenhorst

Adi Badenhorst