let’s get it out there – I’m pretty much a pleb when it comes to alcohol. I know what I like – bubbles in champagne, the sugar in muscato, the indulgence of sweet liqueurs, and occasionally, the dryness of a white. it’s pretty obvious I drink rather stereotypically like a female (hey – nothing wrong with that), and I can’t talk provenance or evolution or authenticity or profile with any sort of authority – so I don’t try.
when the opportunity to learn a bit about sake tasting came up – I was apprehensive but pleased. I like the drink (it’s just about sweet enough for my palate), it hasn’t got that whole condescending patronizing scene about it – and really, there’s something gorgeously reverrent about clear sake being poured into a cup.
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