くろまつけんびし = Kuromatsu Kenbishi
Thick and lovely is how I like them. With the seal of excellence stamped at the back on a hemp Happi gown. Oh, what a happi meal?
Perhaps happ-tastic? Happ-tacular? Happi-licious? Happi-man?
And then there's nothing quite like the goodness of fresh sake to go with your "happi-meal." My subject is an avid tennis player, and that's where the thickness comes from.
As cute as this theme comes off, I still find the allure of her sexiness quite mature. It was nice getting to know a little about her and the love she shares with me over Japanese nihonshu. Like I have stated in previous essays, sake and Japanese women are the perfect balance, like peanut butter and jelly; corn flakes and milk; pizza and coke.
("These pairings cannot be argued. There are absolutes in this life, you know...").
Sipping sake and sniffing aromas:
Kenbishi is the kind of sake you drink when you want something that is aged well through cold storage and balanced to perfection. Mild dryness is perfect. The real reason I chose this sake to post on is because of another essay I wrote here regarding a tasty love interest from Hyogo. I like sake from this prefecture because of the bolder gamier flavor profiles this region tends to produce. There was no way I could post something floral or light tasting. It simply wouldn't match my subject.
The soul of Japan is defined through its sake, thick Japanese matures and, natural hot spas, delicious cuisines, and shrines. It is the garden parks, the fluttering national flag of Japan. It is Fujii-san. It is the Kookyo, Imperial Palace. It is Ise Shrine and Yasukuni. It is Tsukiji. The rolling snow powdered hills of Kami Furano and Mount Tokachidake. The kimono. The four distinctive seasons. Noh theater, and so much more....