Oh no. I only took pictures and didn't post them. Maybe I fell asleep feeling good. The name "Fukuju" sounds so congratulatory, and maybe I was made to embody it. Why not?
I wonder if my auntie in Osaka was pleased. I remember Ebisu's face welcoming me and saying, "Hey, you came! I put flowers on the ground, sat down next to the house, and had a can of beer and a takoyaki. The roofs of the houses are in harmony with the mountain ridges, making the sky seem closer. Even though I can't see them, they are certainly here, and that's why I come to report to them. My aunt was a good listener and turned her own pain into laughter. Even when I knew she had only a few days to live, I was unable to notice anything as I met her. It left an unusual aftertaste, like a film on my tongue. I return. I return to report back.
The Gion Festival, a day of celebration, is easily transformed into an ordinary day by a heavy rain. The heat of the festival cools down to normalcy, signaling the return of the depth that is Kyoto. Kyoto's sake spreads slowly and soaks in.
What is flight? The sake leaves a slight sweetness on the tongue as it enters the mouth, and instead of soaking into the tongue, it literally flies and vanishes from the tongue as if in flight. The fleeting and lingering taste of this sake leads me to the sky as I drink it.
Nama-ai. Drinking together with the members who have not seen each other for a long time multiplies the taste of sake many times over. I realized that the taste of sake is not only to be savored with the tongue. Nama-zake goes well with such a lingering taste. I am sure it must be.
Maybe it's the brewer's alcohol. Despite the sharp aftertaste, the sweetness spreads slowly in the mouth. The phrase "as squeezed" is a bit of a catch, but it is a delightful sake.
Melon, the fruit of summer. I felt melon the moment I put it in my mouth. But it was not sweet, but rather refreshing, with no long aftertaste. So, I took another sip. And then another sip, and the cup goes on and on.
I read and drink. The next thing I know, the sake is empty. All I remember is the gentle taste of the drink and the lingering faint aroma. I can only remember the moment I met you and the look on your face when we parted.
To be pure and clean. Its heart.
A sake that gives a sense of the spirituality of honestly devoting oneself to something.
The aftertaste is very short.
Alone. I want to drink it while thinking about something.
The aroma is weak, but the attack is firm and sweet despite the 70% milling ratio. Yet, it has a refreshing aftertaste with a short, refreshing aftertaste. This is the work of beautiful men and women.
It is refreshing and watery. It may not be the latest trend, but it is a great food wine because it doesn't interfere with the taste of food, and it is pleasantly intoxicating. Oh, scary, scary.
If you do, it will be done; if you don't, it won't be done.
The taste is astonishing. While the wine has a firm sweetness and richness, a moderate acidity slowly seeps into the mouth with a long aftertaste. No brewing alcohol. The freshly squeezed flavor is a true testament to the freshness of the brew. Serve with your favorite spicy hijiki mushrooms. It will do.
First non-junmai sake in a long time. It has a strong fruity aroma, but when I drank it, it was cleaner than I expected and had a good balance. It's good sometimes.