If my memory of the bottle before I started drinking is any kind of accurate, I’ve had more than a third of a bottle of junmai daiginjyo-shu since a little before midnight. This stuff is incredible. It is, bar none, the best sake I’ve ever had in my life.
Oddly enough, the bottle recommends refrigeration (well, drinking it “cold”, specifically), but the best flavor I find comes at a few degrees below room temperature. In other words, drink Mu Sake when it’s been stored in a cool, dry, dark place, but not in your refrigerator.
I’m drunk. This is my first drunken posting exercise in SOB: Stimulating Observational Bullfrackery. I hope it’s enjoyable.
I got this bottle as a b’day present. I enjoy all the presents I’ve gotten this year (my b’day was a few days ago), even including the card I’ve received, the empty and effortless wishes of good will, and the card that hasn’t yet arrived. I really rather appreciate the DVD, the CDs, and of course the book Wicked Cool Perl Scripts. The bottle of junmai daiginjyo-shu, however, is the bestest. This is probably unsurprising, since (aside from relatives) it came from the person I’ve known longest that actually gave me a gift. I’ve known her since 1999, I dated her for a while, and she’s one of my best friends. She knows me better than most, and frankly, the fact I received this bottle of sake really touched me.
The more I think about it, the more I realize just how well she knows me, and the more it surprises me that someone knows me this well. I would not have thought of this gift for myself. Perhaps there’s more to this notion that the family we choose is more important than the family we’re saddled with at birth than some of us realize. Keep in mind that I’m drunk right now: I have no idea whether that last sentence made any sense, or was a good idea to post even if it did.
This sake, by the way, is amazing. It’s the best sake I have ever had in my life. Its flavor is something like the very essence of clarity, distilled and rendered in liquid form. Also, I finished the bottle tonight. And my teeth hurt. And I’m apparently intoxicated enough that starting sentences with the word “and” doesn’t bother me much.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the idea of weblog spam lately. I have a pretty good idea for an entry here at SOB on the subject. Expect it soonish. I think. Assuming I don’t get sidetracked. It will involve links to Ameliorations and Chip’s Quips, at least. Exciting, no? No. Oh, well. Such is the life.
My toes are going numb. Good thing I’m out of alcohol.
Oh, and in other news — I think I’m going to give a couple other people authorship access to SOB ‘ere long. Truthfully, I’m interested in ensuring that there’s a semi-regular stream of posts here of interest so that I’ll keep drawing traffic to this thing, even when I go most of a month without posting much like I have this month. More (interested) traffic is almost all of the reason for letting others into authorship status here. The remainder has something to do with wanting to see more of what these people have to say in a venue that’s more easily watched than their usual online haunts.
I’m taking applications for addition to the authoring pool, if you’re interested, by any means you have for contacting me, by the way. I’m likely to ignore or deny such applications, though, in part because I’ll be sober in the morning, and in part because I will want a very specific sort of focus to this thing, and I don’t even know what that focus is, yet. So yeah. That. And other stuff.
Send me more junmai daiginjyo-shu sake that makes me happy. That, and money. Money would be good. And books. I love books. If forced to choose between the existence of books and a woman I loved, I’d have to think about it.