|Japan from the Driver's Seat|
Nectar of the Gods
A small, single-serving bottle of shochu left as an offering at a Shinto shrine.
If I were the resident god of the shrine, I wouldn't be too happy about having a bottle of this popskull rotgut left for me. Many Japanese, most notably the alcoholic and the borderline alcoholic, wax eloquent about the stuff. It's tolerable enough if you blend it with something else, but when straight it's nothing to write home about.
Nobody will ever convince me that it has any appeal or charm beyond its bargain-basement price. Anybody can afford to be a souse on this stuff. And you can't help but look a fool extolling the virtues of a liquor that is sold in supermarkets in gallon jugs.
Make mine scotch. Johnny Walker or Teacher's, please.