'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Speaking of White State, is it a refreshing green bottle that floats as an image?

It may be said that the shades of the bottle play a major role in making the taste itself imaginable.

I think that the characteristics of Japanese whiskey, rather than white state, are in the ease of drinking, no matter what.

Especially this White State, which seemed like a brand that could fully feel such a japanese whiskey.

The shades are quite light. This would be due to the age of maturation, but I still feel the shade of White State is thin. Far from brown, it's a faint honey color.

The aroma is very fruity and the palate is light anyway.

With that sip, it makes you feel such a depth of nostalgia that you accept everything you drink.

But the flavor that spreads from there into your mouth is never just light.

Sweetness and spiciness of wheat that claims to exist. What comes after they have spread is the characteristic, understated smoky flavor of peat.

After you feel them, swallow the sawdust and liquid, and their pleasant smokiness mixes with the refreshing flavors that go through your nose.

It was as if it were a moment of vibrant plant greenery, like breathing heavily and deeply in a deep forest.

"Kuha. I knew White State wasn't good."

Ibuki, who was similarly rock drinking in front of me, was leaking her feelings like an old man.

At last, at the end of that gaze, there is a corner bottle of Suntory that came from my house. Is it too much for me to think about?

"Yes, yes. When it comes to the birth of Japanese whiskey, you can't take it off Mr. Nobujiro Torii and Mr. Masaki Takeru."

"Nobody told me that, and I heard that enough to have an octopus in my ear."

Nobujiro Torii and Shinjiro Taketsuru are both deeply involved in the birth of Japanese whiskey.

Explained in Kamamen, Torii ran a large liquor company in Japan at the time. However, there were various walls in his company regarding whisky development.

At that time, the story is that Masaka Takeru and I, who studied technology in the real UK of whiskey, encouraged the development of whiskey in Japan, which is less familiar with whiskey.

It's hard to explain the story in detail because that's the only amount of books you can write.

It's enough for me to just say that there is now a Japanese whiskey as a result of the trial and error of that time.

I can't believe I made whiskey from scratch on a land without whiskey.

Anyway, Japanese whiskey was made based on English Scotch whiskey.

But you think Pete incense was a necklace in Japan, a feature of that scotch?

Pete incense is a scent called peat that accompanies the use of fuel deposited over time by plants to dry barley malt, which is a raw material.

It tastes exactly like smoke, and the reason they say 'smoky' when describing whiskey is largely this.

And the scent was difficult to accept in Japan, which was unfamiliar with whiskey at the time.

After the trial and error, its peat incense was understated and the light drinking japanese whiskey was refined.

"Yeah, yeah. After all, it's delicious to drink like this."

"Speaking of greed, I wanted to try twelve or eighteen years"

"You know how much I'm saying, don't you? You?"

Ibuki was giving back my blurry and leaky words.

If you say anything, White State is expensive.

We're drinking a bottle that says' White State 'on the label. I drank even this cheapest bottle at Christmas, higher than a turkey rare breed.

It is 4,200 yen at a fixed price.

When that's twelve years, it's twice as good as 8,500 yen.

This is more expensive than the gaming software I was going to buy. I don't know about Ibuki's economic situation, but even her boulder girlfriend seems hesitant to buy a pom pom.

"But it still tastes good for the price, really."

"Hey. So stop saying it while you look at the corner bottle of my house. Same Suntory."

"I didn't say it was unpleasant. I think a corner bottle would be just right for drinking while playing games."

"Does that mean my playing is just as good as watching while drinking"

When I said it just a little irritating, Ibuki shook his head.

"I mean a closer being. Like the difference between alcohol and alcohol? Corner bottles are a familiar god, but White State is like a god who comes on special occasions."

"You're the only one who can complete that religion."

"What the hell. Don't be lonely. Let's celebrate with your sister."

"So leave me out of this."

I have another bite in my ass, Ibuki, who is in a deliberate motion with Ha 'har.

The melting of ice makes the taste more sweet and more drinkable.

Really, if you don't even care about the price, it's a delicious dish that's going to go gooey at all.

"Whoa, you can't drink too much, can you?

He said, "I know."

"No, I don't understand. There's nothing I want to say. If I say White State, because of that, I'll have to try that drinking, right?

Ibuki, who told me and waited for me, gained some momentum and walked out of this one, opened the refrigerator in my house, knowing as he did.

Finally, the exchange about not opening the refrigerator on your own passed by just fine.

After I give up, she's thrown in all she wants to be an ingredient on her own.

Whose house is it, at all?

"Well, here it is. Here it is."

Thinking of it, Ibuki brought an elongated glass with ice, along with what she was looking for.

"Take a look at it."

Saying, what she put on the desk was a soda from a pet bottle and a pack of mints.

Looking at it, I remembered that there was an official and recommended way to drink it.

"Well, shall we try? [Mori-scented highball] made in White State."

[Highball] is the carbonation of alcohol if you put it very simply.

Broadly speaking, instead of liquor, anything based on juice or not is good, and they refer to what they divided by soda and tonic.

But basically speaking of [highball], I mean whiskey soda splitting.

And only in "White State," they sold it under the name [Forest Scented Highball].

"It's very easy to make. I usually make [highball] first."

Saying, Ibuki was working on a familiar hand.

Pour White State in an elongated glass with ice in the gauge. Once poured, stir the contents of each glass of ice once in a muddler.

Ask what that means, one thing you can do is reduce the amount of carbonation that comes out when you wet the ice and hit it with soda.

The other seems to be to use ice to cool liquids and glasses, and this also reduces irritation to carbonation.

At the end of the work, he opened the lid of the pet bottle and poured the soda to sew through the gaps in the ice.

Where the inside of the glass was filled as he looked, Ibuki tried to lift the ice once with the muddler and mixed the contents together.

"Now, if this is normal [highball], it can be done, but I'll add another hassle here"

"It's a lemon, I know."

"Shirap. It's also, well, the way [highball] is made, but this time it smells like a forest."

After she bitterly complains about my teasing, she takes out another ingredient she was bringing, one mint leaf.

"I'll beat the mint here"

Put your palms together and quickly fit your hands together.

It sounds like a pong, not a bread.

Can't you say, then, that you tapped a mint leaf?

"You don't crush it with your hands, you crush it with wind pressure."

"I see, thanks for explaining"

After I said it, Ibuki gently dropped the mint inside so as to put it on ice.

I can see a refreshing green, of a mint on top of a liquid that looks more like a light honey color, rather even a light yellow green, than earlier.

as if you were satisfied with the way it was done. After nodding yeah,

"Please wait. This is [Forest Scented Highball]."

Ibuki offered me a glass like some clerk.

"Am I the first to drink?

"Yes, sir."

…………

I grabbed the glass she gave me while I poked my heart into who the customer was.

If you hold it to your mouth, a fluffy scented mint on the tip of your nose.

Simply put, this is going to kill the smell of whiskey, but it's not.

Mixed with the refreshing fragrance from Baizhou, it transforms into a unique, more refreshing fragrance like being in the woods earlier.

While I enjoy the fragrance, I include liquids.

Spread out. White State personality spreads across the mouth with carbonation.

The light palate goes well with carbonation and disappears when it can be bounced in the mouth as it is irritating, and spreads when bounced.

White State slowly expands its forces while causing indiscriminate terrorism of flavor.

Exquisite carbonation irritation, not found in straights, locks, twice ups, etc. ravages the mouth and dyes it to the taste of whiskey.

The maturation of the barrel and the taste of the peat make me feel spicy.

But it also increases, and I can't wait for the refreshing sweetness and refreshment.

Going past the throat leaves a mellow aftertaste.

In my personal impression, White State when I drank on the rock, in the deep green forest where the quiet light shines.

In contrast, the [forest-scented highball] White State feels like a warm forest with leaking days everywhere and gentle winds passing through it.

Perhaps what makes them stunning is the compatibility of White State with soda and the refreshing aroma of mint added as a hassle.

"What do you say, sir?

I seemed to unconsciously blow my face, and Ibuki, who said how concerned I was with my thoughts, looked at me with a sparkling eye.

"By analogy, you can relax and mushroom in the woods on a quest for a sampling system that doesn't have any hunting targets."

"Stop. Stop analogy in the game."

I tried to give him my best compliments, but he stopped me normally.

After a little trouble, I said I was going to find the right expression.

"I'm a negative ion. I don't want to believe it. If this is a relaxing effect, you can believe it."

"I'm sorry. It's hard to tell, but does that mean it'll heal like a forest bath?

"... like that"

Ibuki shows difficulty in my analogy, but Hmm, he was snorting satisfactorily.

"Well, I'll take a sip, too."

And I drank it without any hesitation, whether it was the glass I put on my mouth.

Shortly afterwards, um, after I close my eyes and roar, I leak my thoughts with a happy face.

"This is the detoxifying effect…"

"You're saying something similar to me."

Even if it works, it doesn't work because it's not draining it just because it takes liquid into the body.

"That's good. Delicious as many times as one grain, White State"

"Not at all. If that's half the price now, don't drink it every day."

"Stop it every day. It's bad for you."

When I said something slightly bizarre, Ibuki praised him with a slightly more serious voice.

That face looked a little scary, so I'll put it back.

"Just kidding. I don't have a limit on boulders tomorrow."

"That means if it's not limitless, you drink it every day? I'm not impressed."

Ibuki's sharp voice made me a little nervous.

To be honest, it's me I've been drinking every day since spring break here recently.

Even though I don't think it's good for me, I still drink it.

To my answer, Ibuki looked at me worryingly and said in a voice that made me laugh.

"Ha, is this it? Do I have to come here every day and make you a total holiday too? I can take care of you."

"... don't do it. It's also because you bring delicious alcohol in the first place."

"It has nothing to do with alcohol and the low total willpower"

Even in an attempt to subtly shift responsibility, Ibuki gently denied it.

"Anyway! Let's do this. The total doesn't drink alcohol except when I'm around. Instead I come up a little bit. Okay?"

"... blah, blah, blah, blah..."

"Ok!?

Ibuki, who keeps his face closer.

To be honest, there's no reason to follow such an unscrupulous argument.

I don't even have this look, but if I didn't snort, she didn't seem convinced.

He said, "Okay. Because I only drink too much before you."

"I don't think I know what that is. Sister, I'm worried."

"I'm still an adult, so don't worry so much."

"It has nothing to do with adults and whether the spirit is a child or not"

This is the only time Ibuki is a little older.

I showed her how high and surrendered I was, and I told her.

"I get it. When you want a drink, you can call it in, right?

"... you know rarely"

That's what happened after all.

You're so immersed, I guess she was a little worried.

Even if I come to see him, he hardly ever calls me.

"... even if I don't like it, I can't go in."

When I say blush, Ibuki hardens a little like a surprise.

After that, I loosen my cheeks up a little bit, and I urge you.

"... total. Say it again earlier."

"... no"

"Er. Sister, I've come a long way. For all the cancer of the total of the sauce."

"Don't tell me."

I really didn't like to say it again, so I turned my back.

Ibuki was leaking his voice to me like that.

"Looking forward to it. Next week's trip"

"... right"

Even though it didn't make any difference, Ibuki seemed like a lot of fun.

[Mori-scented highball] makes a noise with Karan, as if he had even been stirred by the wind.

Other than that, nothing changed, that was the time.