Here, where the air is clear and clean.
Here where the first sunlight touches.
As it leaves the snowy tips of The Andes half way around the globe.
Nothing between but the bracing Southern Ocean.
And 10,000 kilometres of pure fresh air.
Here, on the side of Mount Arthur, looking out over, so the surfers say, the most punishing waves in the world.
Here, where pure winter rains fall long and hard.
Perfectly placed between crystal-clear mineral springs.
Our secret ingredient is collected.
Here, beside Cape Raoul, with its dolerite fingers raking the sky.
Here we pour a few fingers of our own; a dram, a splash, a toast.
To the wilderness. To the spirit on the hill. To the ghosts in the Port.
To family. To a fresh start. To a new heritage begun.
Where we built our distillery.
The most southern of its kind in the world, creating the most sought-after spirit in the land.