For Blood and Wine

The Blue Blood brand is fast gaining popularity amongst denim lovers everywhere. The brand originates from the Netherlands and their uncompromising passion to ensure that they have the best-quality, styled denims are what make them so sought after in parts of Europe, the Far East and now Cape Town, South Africa.

Blue Blood has recently partnered with my good friend JP in opening their first concept store outside of Holland. And again, I was fortunate to attend its opening. The store itself is a showcase in contemporary design; using elements of wood and copper to personify the brands image of style and quality.

The event was superb. This was owing to the right atmosphere created by food, drink, music and the Bolus hospitality that we have all become accustomed to and enjoy. Even the rain could not mar the feel good mood. If the opening is anything to base on, a lot more positive things can be expected from the brand and the store.

This morning, we ventured forth on a road trip to go wine tasting - with a difference. The difference is that no one actually partook in any tastings (which is strange since we had a French man with wine lust amongst us) but instead they all came along to experience the Stellenbosch Wine Route vibe.

The first stop in our itinerary was the cheetah sanctuary at Spier, as we wanted to give our rag tag troop of soldiers, spanning the four corners of the globe, a chance to get up close and personal with one of Africa’s big cats. Personally, I think cheetahs are really cute and would not mind keeping one around as a house pet; but I’m certain it would turn out like one of those Good Idea, Bad Idea scenarios I used to watch in a Warner Brothers cartoon called Animaniacs…since, obviously, the body corporate in my block does not allow pets.

Afterward, the plan was to spend the rest of the morning driving to various farms and taste wine; but the old apathy bug kicked in. So when we stopped off at Asara Wine Estate; the comfortable deck, beautiful views and warm sunshine bounded us to the outdoor patio furniture like super glue for a lazy lunch and civilized, relaxing afternoon banter instead.