Made from the chewed-up-and-spat-out-by-elephants fruit of the Marula tree, a native of the African continent, Amarula is truly African. Ok so maybe the elephant thing is a bit far fetched but regardless this is a very distinctive spirit.

You could almost say it's like an Irish cream, but it's not. You could almost say it's like one of those chocolaty spirit concoctions that are horrendously sweet, but it's not. In fact it's not much like anything else you're likely to find.

When you sip at your Amarula cream, you can hear the trumpeting of elephants. The roaring of lions. The screeching of baboons. The laughing of hyenas. The coughing of leopards. The braying of zebras. All sitting around the campfire out on the veld, clinking their glasses of Amarula as they toast themselves to their "African-ness".

Amarula is as smooth and resonant as the voice of Kamahl. It is also deceptively strong making some people cut it with milk, it's easy to keep going back for more and before you know it your legs won't work properly.

I like it straight over ice. I'm a purist when it comes to Africa

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