Our Story
From the slopes of Table Mountain to the canals of the Netherlands — how one woman brought the taste of Cape Town home in a can.
The Discovery
It started, as the best stories do, with a glass raised in good company. On a sunlit terrace overlooking the Atlantic, somewhere between Camps Bay and Clifton, she took her first sip of a perfectly mixed mimosa from a can — and everything changed. The champagne was real, the orange juice was bright and honest, and the bubbles danced on her tongue like a Cape Town summer breeze. It was a cocktail she'd loved her whole life, but she had never tasted it quite like this: effortless, portable, and impossibly good.
She held the can up against the light — navy blue and vivid orange, colours that reminded her of dusk settling over the Mother City. She turned to her friend and said the words that would set everything in motion: "Why doesn't this exist where I live?"
Cape Town Roots
She grew up in Cape Town — the kind of childhood where barefoot mornings on Muizenberg beach blended into long afternoons watching the tablecloth of clouds roll over Table Mountain. The city shaped her: its warmth, its colours, its relentless optimism. Every celebration, every family braai, every New Year's Eve on the Waterfront was accompanied by the pop of a bottle and the clink of glasses. Mimosas were woven into the fabric of her happiest memories — Sunday brunches in Stellenbosch, birthday breakfasts with friends in Sea Point, lazy afternoons in Kirstenbosch where the champagne sparkled as bright as the proteas around her.
When she eventually moved to the Netherlands, she carried Cape Town with her in all the ways you can: in her accent that still curled around certain words, in her instinct to find the sunniest spot in any room, and in her unwavering belief that no gathering is complete without something sparkling in hand. But there was one thing she couldn't bring — that particular South African joy of cracking open a cold, ready-made mimosa and letting the afternoon take care of itself.
“Every can is a little piece of Cape Town — the golden light, the ocean air, the feeling that something wonderful is about to happen.”
Bringing It Home
The idea refused to leave her. Back in the Netherlands, surrounded by grey skies and gezelligheid, she kept thinking about that can — its colours, its taste, the way it had made an ordinary Tuesday feel like a celebration. She reached out to the makers in South Africa, and what started as a conversation over email turned into a partnership built on a shared love of good drinks and better moments. Within months, the first shipment arrived at a warehouse in the Netherlands, and she held a Cheeky Cocktails can in her hands on Dutch soil for the very first time.
She remembers that moment vividly: the weight of the can, the hiss of the tab, the familiar rush of bubbles. It tasted exactly as it had on that Cape Town terrace — bright, joyful, unapologetically festive. And standing there in a Dutch warehouse in February, she felt the sun on her face again.
A Piece of Cape Town, in a Can
Cheeky Cocktails is more than a drink — it's a bridge between two worlds she loves. The navy blue of the can carries the depth of a Cape Town twilight, while the orange glows with the warmth of a Stellenbosch sunrise. Every sip is an invitation to slow down, to gather your people, to turn any moment into something worth remembering. Whether you're on a rooftop in Rotterdam or a balcony in Amsterdam, you're holding a little piece of the Mother City in your hand.
She still smiles every time she sees someone crack open a can for the first time — that little moment of surprise when they realise it's the real thing. Real champagne. Real orange juice. Really, honestly delicious. From the foot of Table Mountain to your doorstep in the Netherlands: this is Cheeky Cocktails. Pop one open. The sun's always shining somewhere.
