Cactus Jack Reposado Tequila is a Tequila has a slightly sweet undertone, the woody vanilla notes come from the aging of our tequila in bourbon barrels for a minimum of five months, the taste your night has been waiting for!If Reposado (rested Tequila) is you profile then this is the one for you.

Best served chilled and enjoyed straight up! Viva Tequila Viva Cactus Jack.

Cactus Jack Plata Tequila  brings the unexpected to your occasion, a Tequila with a  hint of fresh herbs with soft notes of citrus and a hint of pepper and herbs.Perfect for those Margaritas and Palomas that we all like so much or just neat as a shot.

Directly highlands of Jalisco, Mexico,  Distilled by Casa Don Roberto Jalisco Tequila Mexico for the purest form of our favourite drink.

Cactus Jack. So many questions derive from this seemingly meaningless name. What creates the stir? Who decides upon the mystery and for goodness sake, where did this mischievous character come from? Some say his antics are steeped in inner city mayhem. That he peruses the streets, loaded with bass in one hand, and a pair of black rimmed specs in the other. Nobody quite knows the story as to how this manic figure conjured such a beautifully wrought tonic. Herewith, the most popular story to date (not that he cares about popularity in the least).

Having recently jumped ship, after his travels through South America, the infamous Cactus landed himself somewhere in the middle of RSA.  The only possessions to his name were his leather jacket, an all-purpose pocket knife, and of course the finest Mexican tequila (to quell his sometimes painstaking nights). Not knowing where and when his next adventure would occur, he aimlessly trekked the bare laden streets of South Africa’s dorpies.

It was here that our hero came into contact with Oom Schalk, a hard as leather, grizzly bearded bear of a man. Schalk was notorious in all of Mzanzi for having SA’s most notorious sokkie sokkie parties. Schalk would host these get-togethers, week in, week out, bringing in thousands of party goers. His events were known to be so successful because of one thing. A sour’s so distinct and flavourful, so sweet and undeniable, that not even the town’s mayor could contain his cravings.

Cactus being the mischievous, uncaring type, decided that he would make matters a little more adventurous for the towns folk. He thought them to be too narrow minded and conservative for his liking. Especially after having witnessed the craziness that takes place in Latin America. One day, whilst Oom Schalk’s fresh new batch was a brew; Cactus slipped into the barnyard and layered his finely filtered Mexican tequila into the sours. Low and behold, that weekend was the most memorable and insane Sokkie the town had ever experienced. Unfortunately though, it was also to be their last, as the party was eventually shut down by the national defence force. It had gone for a week straight. The mayhem had spread and many feared that it would eventually reach the country’s capitals. Alas, the time has arrived. It’s taking over our cities, and there is nothing to do but embrace it. Cactus Jack, tequila sours…it can’t be seen, only felt. Be rebellious, be Cactus Jack.

Now at this very same party. The one some would call, the “event of the decade”.  People were partying their socks off, literally. The Tequila sours tasted so monumentally out of this world, that everyone had the bright idea of taking off their sneaks and dancing to the cool collective beats of Oom Schalk’s, disco disco. Colourful lights, drums, and crazy attire – this was the order of the day. The face paint came out, as did the lumo gear. Before long, it was as if this new breed of sokkie had produced a new and different type of party animal. Cactus being the one to love the limelight jumped up and admitted to everyone his darksome deed.

Not overly fussed, the crowd pulled him into a stage dive. Whisking and waving him through the contours of this incredible venue. In doing so, Cactus was tremendously taking aback. He always thought himself to be this mysterious, slick and charming character. The one people admired but were always intimidated by. Yet, here lay a crowd of people, so caught up in the essence of music and joy, that they admired him, simply for being himself. It was a place he truly belonged.  So surprised was he, that when pulled into the crowd, the bubble-gum he was chewing flew straight from his mouth and into the shot of another party goer.

She took the drink, oblivious to its contents, and downed the blue looking liquid in one go. With this, the blonde haired, blue eyed female took to the stage. Bopping and grinding, she produced moves that no one had ever seen before. DJ Roger Rabbit, playing some deep Afrikaans beats at the time, decided to turn it up a notch, if only because of this girl’s new and unfound energy. His skills allowed for the most insane beats and drops. The music would bring the crowd to one enormous tempo, and with that, the release of retaliation of bass. Something no one could even comprehend, never mind discover. Now, some say that this provided the roots and recorded history of dubstep, drum and bass and electro. No one knows for sure. Whatever the case though, these two new flavours brought with them an unknown world; something new and different; something that will be around for a long time to come. It has now made its way into the city, and a craze it is likely to be. Urban and Rural alike are making it a home-grown name. Accompanied with the new street threads, the classical verb and lingo, and the inner city vibe, Cactus is set to make waves in the scene. Question is, are you ready?

Bubblegum Tequila and Tequila Sours, Made from the finest Mexican Tequila, and a sure way to get your party started. So go on, Jack up your party with Cactus Jack.

Honey. What are the words, feelings and thoughts associated with this rich, undeniable taste? Many use it as an accompaniment to tea, toast and sweet tasting treats. The soft, smooth texture is known to soothe the throat, instantly calming the nerves. Alas, there is something more to honey; something more symbolic, something with deeper meaning. It is here that we find our untimely hero; between a rock and a rainbow.

In an unknown location bordering the Garden Route, Cactus Jack has been braving it out in the wild. The cities’ have forsaken him – dispelling him, in fear of suburban collapse. His rebellious parties and no care attitude have been a burden to a once flourishing economy, and for that they have tossed this once high-flying misfit, aside.

He now finds himself alone, scared and somewhat confused. The wild has never been his true friend. Cactus prefers being in the social scene, surrounded by scores of people. His hunting skills lack, his water filtration skills, dismal. His only hope? The soul searching, heart-warming, thirst quenching bottle of Mexican Tequila hecarries religiously with him. He pounds it back, often as can be. So much so, that one day, he decided to get off his lazy behind and climb up a cliff. However, after half a bottle of the good stuff, this may not have been such a good idea.

Needless to say, our untimely hero was not in a good place. With his eyes watered, clouding his vision, he took an unknowing step into the wrong direction. Bam! He lands straight into the grime and filth. His bewildering fall springs a branch into the tree above.

Low and behold, a delicious, cool batch of honey falls out of the hive above him, landing mostly on his face, but with smidgen just reaching his mouth. The combination of such splendour gives him hope. He springs to his feet, looks at the sky and praises the all-knowing gods.

Combining Honey with Original Mexican Tequila will surely win back the heart of the City. Will this be his ticket back to chaos and mischief? Only time will tell, stay tuned.

Be Rebellious – Be Cactus Jack