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A souvenir from last month's Echigo Nagaoka Sake no Jin, Yoshinogawa's Toji no Yoru Honjozo. A bottle I purchased after tasting it and finding it delicious.
Already, already, the attack is nothing. Nothing...nothing. There is no aroma. It is nothing. If anything, it's the world of wild man Okano's one-man through-pass. You are left behind. It is a time slip. It's a Hollywood kind of time travel. It's a forced make-believe story. It's also a bit like Okano's world. I swallowed it, and after a while, I thought, 'Oh, I'm drinking Niigata's light, dry sake. I realized that I was drinking a light, dry Niigata sake. When I tasted it, I didn't have this impression.
This was obviously chilled too much. I know that it is better to drink it after the aroma and taste have opened up, but I feel like immersing myself in the world of through-passing.
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