Izumikawa Junmai Ginjo Funaguchi Honnama

A one-and-only flavor that truly suits this sake.
A man should be raw. A man lives with vitality and style. A woman lives with allure and charm.

My workplace moved, and I gradually stopped going, but until then, I had a fantastic soba restaurant in Roppongi that I visited three times a week.

And at this soba restaurant, with its superb sake accompaniments, I have no memory of tasting better sake. I think. Probably. Surely… there’s a reason for this vagueness.
Exquisite things are not accompanied by precise memories.

In other words, exquisite = drinking too much = lost memories.

And drinkers say, “It happens.”

Tom Jones / It's Not Unusual


This artist’s “It happens” is also remarkable.



The plush microphone is so cute ♥



There’s something extraordinary about the dancing of these three.



And to be honest, the deliciousness of sake surpasses that of wine. While that might be a misunderstanding, for my constitution, born in Japan, it harmonizes perfectly, leaving my skin soft and faintly rosy.



However, considering the historical role of sake, it is not only an indispensable sacred offering for festive occasions that create an extraordinary atmosphere, but to put it plainly, it is a potent drug for forgetting oneself. This is the true nature of sake, which is truly covered in ash. Therefore, ‘good’ and ‘delicious’ are merely recent trifles. When its true nature is exposed, it is a device that lures young people into actions that disregard death. It is therefore quite natural that it can incite violence, and even if the continuation of the species is BEHIND THE MASK, it also serves as an excuse to force men’s desires onto women and to mitigate the fear of rape, which is a clear fact based on past history and experience. In other words, sake is extremely dangerous, delicious rice water—a sacred offering. Thus, the issue is not that sake brews moments of bliss, making it good and delicious; rather, such a dangerous drug is wrapped in aesthetic rituals and other niceties, concealing its truth, but it is indeed a legal drug. Nevertheless, its widespread distribution throughout Japan is, in a sense, truly “commentez-vous.”

What can be discovered from the above explanations, excuses, and evasions is:
That my memory loss is a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.
Pursuing the deliciousness of sake is a truly commendable act of celebrating national peace, an act of digging one's own grave by spitting at heaven, and a pure endeavor. To commit suicide and realize this, then to set forth on a pilgrimage to seek out one-and-only sake across Japan is indeed commendable, commendable, commendable—covered in hair, covered in ash, with the area around one's backside covered in shit.



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