The sweetness of the rice can be felt in this sake. It's not a good way to describe it, but the rough-hewn character makes it easy to understand its individuality, and I would like to drink it every year.
Since we visited a sake brewery, we bought this sake to have something that is not easily available elsewhere. It is a real pleasure to drink, which is why it tastes exceptionally good. The sake is thick and clings to the tongue at the moment it enters the mouth, but after it passes down the throat, it soaks up the flavor. The faint aftertaste is a lingering regret. It's a great taste.
Draft sake on the plane. Taketa City, the castle town of Oka Castle, is also a place with beautiful water. Before takeoff, I felt the richness of the sake was strong, but after takeoff, the taste and aroma seemed lighter. I wonder if it was because we were flying.
Ears of rice swaying in the wind, illuminated by the gentle evening sun. The mellow aroma and sweetness of the rice passes down your throat, and then disappears so quickly that you feel it is fleeting.
Complex and short aftertaste with miscellaneous flavors. Sake without a high rice polishing ratio is not elegant, but its ruggedness gives it an original character that is hard to describe. This is a sake that you will want to drink slowly and warmed up.
If I don't comment when I drink, I forget. In the meantime, I'll upload this as a reminder. Don't forget when you drink. Don't forget when you drink. Don't forget when you drink.
One of the sake brewery's respect for sake rice. Yamada Nishiki. It has sweetness, richness, and a solid stability. It goes well with Hiroshima oysters. I am the man on the bullet train.
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.