Between stimulus and response there is a space. A space wide enough to fill with the greatest ambitions and wildest ideals. It was in this space that two friends fathered the idea to create untraditional spirits from an untraditional country using untraditional techniques, and wrote the first chapters for a book where the ending is unknown, but the title is undeniably; Scapegrace.
Southern Alps of New Zealand.
The rain that hits New Zealand is the same as the rain that hit New Zealand a thousand years ago. None of it comes through clouds passing over land masses belching out car fumes and agricultural enhancers. Evolution of the now, revolution of the next. Scapegrace exists to lead the like-minded in to uncharted territories. The brave new world of gin, vodka and whisky. Created and distilled in the remoteness of New Zealand.
Nature’s Wild Apostles
12 botanicals, nature’s wild apostles.
Water, torn from the earth 80 years after it was hurled down on New Zealand’s Southern Alps.
A whisky still, 19th century, stumbled upon in a long abandoned shed. The first thing the rain hits is a huge, jagged mountain range that runs the length of the South Island. This mountain range then holds the water for 80 years. That’s how long it takes to travel through the layers of sediment until it’s finally released into the depths of one of the world’s last natural aquifers. Think about that. The water in Scapegrace’s spirits has actually been filtering through rock since before your grandfather was the age you are now. The reason that Scapegrace tastes clean is because it is.