Booze, Bars and Bags - 3 Naughty Little Indulgences.

Tjing Tjing Bar

Who needs salted peanuts to incite a kalahari style thirst in ones' patrons? Give them a moment to catch their breath after sprinting up a generous helping of stairs and they will make a bee-line for the bar in no time. This place is brimming with Cape Town, in their brogues and braces. Wooden beams, the Black Keys belting out across this rooftop courtyard. Three tousled blondes shuffle past me and I white knuckle clutch my tumbler of vodka tighter than ever. Eventually, I am slouched down in the corner against a backdrop of China-something-ish decor, surrendering myself to the night  and sinking into a chair that is like a pair of lips nearly swallowing me - however provides the ideal vantage point for a people-watching extravaganza. Like a pervy leering uncle I'm eyeing every single thing that enters my scope. I like it here, the conversations are interesting, obnoxious and loud, the women are gorgeous, the men are not popping collars. There is laughter, its sexy, warm and loads of fun.

Jorgensens Field of Dreams Absinthe

I am all for excess, I am one hundred percent okay with debauched frivolity and falling into the wanton abandon of bohemian hedonism. Field of dreams is currently top on my list of wonderful things to drink. I had not enjoyed previously commercially flavoured, spineless Absinthe. I was however very pleasantly surprised by this hearty, heavily herbaceous and woody tipple. The alchohol is not offensive and brash, but rather a polite and tummy-warming delight. Too elegant an offering to be savagely knocked back in shots, this is far more palatable diluted by three parts ice water, and a dash of sugar syrup. The required parephenalia of melting sugar over a flame and passing the Absinthe over a spoon is terribly gimmicky. Keep it simple, keep it happy, both easily attainable states after a few of these!

Missibaba

Chloe Townsend established this proudly South African label, where leather is the playground of the creative. The collection boasts an armada of investment peices, bags, clutches, belts, and jewellery. Handcrafted by an empowered group of talented women. When I do own one of these I will take it on romantic dates with my leather pumps, and we will waltz through Woolworths buying fantastic things like pomegranate Juice and chocolate mousse. I will wear it to meetings and take it away on mini-breaks to Hermanus.

Ideally, I would covet a pretty little hip-flask within a Missibaba clutch bag, lean agaisnt the staircase leading to Tjing Tjing, and have a sneaky little sip of Jorgensens before I reach my ascent.