A hexagonal, dark wood-paneled counter at is lined with bottles ¡ª and anticipation.
Miniature jars are laid out before me as I¡¯m about to (re)familiarize myself with the aromas they contain. I take a whiff of a grapefruit candy and then curiously find it tickling my nose as I sip sake from elegant wine glasses. Questions and proclamations from those at the counter grow bolder (¡°How can the rice be the same but the flavor so different?¡±) as I gulp down the free refills on offer.
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