Mixed Berry
Strawberry, blueberry, and raspberry folded through vanilla fior di latte.
Ten pastel flavours, real fruit folded in by hand, and edible flowers on top because life is short. Made in tiny batches every morning and gone by closing time.

Tap a chip to narrow it down, then come and taste before you commit. Nobody has ever been judged for a third sample spoon.
Strawberry, blueberry, and raspberry folded through vanilla fior di latte.
Slow-simmered blueberry compote in every ribbon, nothing from a bottle.
Madagascan pods steeped overnight, speckled and quietly perfect.
Cream cheese gelato, roasted strawberry swirl, buttered crumble.
Belgian dark chocolate churned low and slow until it turns velvet.
House-baked cocoa biscuits crushed into sweet cream, never soggy.
Burnt-sugar caramel with sea salt flakes and toffee shards.
Sicilian pistachios ground to a paste in-house, deep and toasty.
Ripe Alphonso mango and a squeeze of lime, dairy-free sunshine.
Amalfi lemons, pressed the morning we churn, bright and clean.
from R45Scooped to order, crowned with fruit and petals.
from R85Gelato-thick, served in the glass bottle.
from R65Berry cheesecake, mini gateaux, chocolate bark.
from R22Berry and lavender shells, gelato ganache.
from R45Pure fruit, pressed and churned, dairy-free.
It starts at half past four with a crate of berries and ends when the last tray goes out. Nothing is ever carried into tomorrow.

Milk from one Overberg dairy, Sicilian pistachios, Madagascan vanilla. Short list, long relationships.
Berries arrive before sunrise and are tasted, sorted, and simmered the same morning.
Five-kilogram batches, churned slow and cold so the texture lands dense and silky.
Compotes and crumbles are folded in by hand, so every ribbon stays a ribbon.
Into the cabinet by ten, gone by close. We would rather run out than carry over.
Any flavour on the wall, packed into a 460 ml pint the morning it is churned and handed over in a lilac cooler bag that keeps for four hours. R145 a pint, or R890 for seven.


The mixed berry tastes like someone picked the fruit an hour ago. I have never had gelato this alive.
We drove from Paarl for the strawberry cheesecake. We now drive from Paarl most Sundays.
It is the prettiest shop I have ever stood in, and somehow the gelato still upstages the room.
Cape Town, Stellenbosch and Johannesburg. Open late on Fridays, open early on Sundays, and always happy to hand you a spoon.