A Shochu Drinker’s Map of Kyushu
The smell hits first. Warm, yeasty, faintly sweet, like bread dough left to rise next to roasting sweet potatoes. Then the humidity, which clings to your shirt within seconds of walking in. Then the sound: the slow blub of moromi mash bubbling in clay pots the size of bathtubs, and somewhere behind a sliding door, … Read more