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Cold sake first.
It is somewhat peculiar, yet thoroughly clear. Cold enough to make the back of your nose ache in the early morning of a harsh winter.
Drink. Beautiful, translucent rice exposed to pale snowmelt. Pale sweetness, a little bitterness. Beautiful. When you swallow it, it disappears like a clear stream.
Next, 45℃.
Beautiful rice. No, beautiful rice.
Drink it. It is smooth, smooth and casual. The richness, umami, and bitterness are wonderful. At this point, it is a definite repeat customer. As you swallow, a wonderful aftertaste of mellow bittersweetness.
Next, 55℃.
Milky, silky and reassuring. It has something in common with Nara's sake.
Drink it. It is a slender and sexy man. The sweetness is suppressed and the bitterness is dominant. For some reason, you can feel a slight accent of shiso. When you swallow it, it is full of rice. Hooray!
Finally, 65℃.
The tranquility you feel in the exploding alcohol. Dignity
Drink. Full, sweet fullness. No sarcasm. Pale but profound rice. I want to be a citizen of Fukushima prefecture. When you drink it, it has a wonderful richness, umami, and a lingering bitterness. This is all I need.
In cold sake, I felt it was similar to Kubota's Manju, brewed with their own yeast, and Yukimine, a double name with snow peak.
It's delicious. It's just so good. You should get a handkerchief and heat it up. Tears of joy. Personally, it's perfect.
Isn't this enough sake for you? No explanation needed!
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