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They are peaches. The peaches are still a little hard. The Momotaro is in front of the station in the sunny land of Okayama. It's a relatively sweet drink, but it has a fruitful juicy sourness in the mouth that is typical of Okayama. Accompanied by a slightly thick peach juiceiness. Immediately after being uncorked, the wine has a slight gasiness that tickles the palate like a peach skin. Half-summer, the peaches are starting to run!
Yes, this is an aside from my childhood. When it became hot, I used to follow my father to Yamanashi, the neighboring country, to buy peaches and grapes on the way home from work. There was. A farmer I know shared it with me, and when we had time to spare, we cooled it down a bit in a mountain stream along the Fuji River. I couldn't wait to eat it, and my hands and mouth were sticky with honey. When I stood there until night, a lot of beetles and stag beetles (and wasps) came close to me. I had so much overflowing juice on me that I felt like I was. I think I was a little itchy by the time I got home.
I suppose over time the memories have faded and have been replaced by a desire to be like this, but the peaches and Eating grapes reminds me of those summer days. But I'm pretty sure it was a bit cooler back then.
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