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Since 2011

Our Story on Robertsvlei Road

How a run-down farm above Franschhoek became Swaelkloof: old vines, a stone cellar and two people who would not let it go.

In Anele's Words

“Every spring the swallows come back to nest under the eaves of the old cellar, and we take it as the sign that the year has turned.”
Anele Mahlangu, Winemaker

The Farm’s Years

Three Centuries on One Slope

The land has been growing vines since the Huguenots arrived in the valley. We are the most recent people to look after it.

  1. 1694

    The First Vines

    The land is granted to a Huguenot refugee family, who plant the valley’s first vines on this slope.

  2. 1898

    The Stone Cellar

    The cellar is built from stone off the farm. It still stands, and Die Swael now cooks inside it.

  3. 2011

    Anele and Johan Buy the Farm

    The farm is run down when they take it on. Replanting starts the same season, block by block.

  4. 2014

    The First Swaelkloof Vintage

    The first wine under our own label goes into bottle, three years after the keys changed hands.

Then the Farm Opened Its Doors

Wine came first. The restaurant and the cottages followed, so that people could stay long enough to see the place properly.

  1. 2019

    Die Swael Opens

    Head chef Sipho Mthembu takes the 1898 cellar and cooks what the farm and the valley give that week.

  2. 2023

    Three Cottages Among the Vines

    Vineyard Cottage, Olive Grove Cottage and Swallow’s Nest open, each with a private stoep and a breakfast basket.

  3. Every Spring

    The Swallows Return

    They nest under the eaves of the old cellar, which is where the name Swaelkloof, swallow ravine, comes from.

  4. Every Harvest

    The 1978 Block by Hand

    The oldest Chenin Blanc block is picked by hand, as it has always been, and it makes our Old Vine Chenin.

Anele Mahlangu, holding a glass of red, and Johan Visagie, with his pruning shears, in the stone cellar

Winemaker and Viticulturist

Anele Mahlangu and Johan Visagie

Anele makes the wine and Johan farms the vines. They bought the farm together in 2011, replanted the tired blocks and kept the 1978 Chenin Blanc exactly as they found it, farmed by hand. The first Swaelkloof vintage followed in 2014.

The farming is deliberately old-fashioned where it matters: cover crops between the rows, no herbicides, and a flock of ducks that work the snails. Anele still pours at the Reserve Tasting on the cellar terrace when she is not in the cellar, and Johan is usually somewhere between 280 and 420 metres, in the vines.

The Farm in Numbers

What the Title Deed and the Slope Add Up To

  • 38haThe farm, on the slopes above the town
  • 22haOf it under vine, block by block
  • 280to420mAbove sea level, cellar door to top block
  • 1978The Chenin Blanc block, still picked by hand
  • 1898The stone cellar, built from the farm’s own rock
  • 400Olive trees in the grove, pressed each winter

Recognition

Recognition Along the Way

Awards and scores our wines, our farming and Die Swael have collected since the first vintage.

  • Gold2025Franschhoek Valley Chenin Challenge, Old Vine Chenin Blanc 2023
  • Top 52024Cape Winelands Semillon Awards
  • 94 Points2023Winelands Review, Swaelnes 2019
  • Top 202025Boland Restaurant Guide, Die Swael
  • Winner2024Cape Green Farming Award

The Place Itself

Vines, cellar, grove and terrace, through a year on the slope.

  • Gnarled old vine trunks with spring leaves and cover crop growing between the rows
    The 1978 Chenin block, still picked by hand
  • Rows of French oak barrels in a cool stone cellar
    French oak in the 1898 cellar
  • Mature olive trees on a gentle slope in late afternoon light
    The olive grove, 400 trees
  • A small flock of white ducks walking along a grassy vineyard row
    The duck flock, on snail duty
  • A shaded stone terrace with a wooden table and wine glasses, vineyards beyond
    The cellar terrace, where the Reserve Tasting sits
  • Hands pruning an old bush vine on a misty winter morning
    Pruning the old bush vines, July mist

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