With an absent mind, I listen to the piercing sound from the street; cars speeding by, or it might just be the wind. Slowly, I pour myself a glass of Japanese Sake (Nihonshu in Japanese).
The shape of this Nihonshu glass cup is similar to a wine glass, but three times smaller. Though tiny, it traps all the aromas and flavors.
Some cast critical eyes upon solo drinkers, and it seems to be an unethical crime to go to a pub alone, or simply enjoy a solitary drink at home. Of course, it is fun to drink with your friends. Downing a drink in one go, and that sound of heavy glass landing upon the table echoes like the inside of a carnival tent. Yet, even with all the happiness that a tipple-filled evening brings, eventually a type of sadness sets in.
It turned out that I was always alone when the true taste of wine spread across my tongue and genuinely touched my soul. A lone sommelier is like a life connoisseur; though not everything is entirely related to wine, they both enjoy the smallest details of life and indulge in every precious moment of thinking. The aroma of wine fills my mouth, slowly taking over the nasal cavity, and eventually envelops my entire body. My lips gently touch the edge of the Nihonshu glass as if tiptoeing on thin ice, and my mind gracefully glides across. Besides the wine, my Nihonshu glass keeps me company. I heard that Socrates was a prolific drinker, that he could drink while debating and never got drunk. Some might ask, “Why do you have to drink if you don’t want to get drunk?”
Maybe it is only with sober intoxication that one can reach the nether side of the world, and finally be able to take a good look at where they are from.