A friend of mine in Hiroshima prepared this for me as a drinker.
Today I was taught the lesson of impermanence of sake, as well as alcohol.
No matter how hard you put your heart and soul into it, if it goes down your throat, it might as well be just a liquid.
But the moment you pour the sake, the atmosphere, the food, and the moment you put it in your mouth, you have to think about the people who were involved in the creation of the sake - the first taste, the middle taste, the second taste, the finish, and the occasional taste. That's what it's all about, isn't it?
There is now, even if it is impermanent. There is a now that is thinking about it. I am alive.
I got drunk on Sara Shuangju.