'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Oominoturcochemomo.

Red fruits are very sour and unsuitable for raw foods, but are used as confectionery, jam, and juice.

The name is used in Japan, and in this region it is called 'Cranberry'.

Proximal species include tulkokemo, hymetulkokemo, and Axiva.

I discovered that description and I exhaled for a long time.

"Was that cranberry? Besides, are Axiva and Oominoturcochemo proximal species? You had a hint of fruit, but you don't understand."

At the same time, we follow the relevant pages to the Axiva page, but there is a scarcity of descriptions like that there.

However, the tip stated that the red fruit was edible.

"I knew it was from looking into it first"

As I said, I stretched my back wide to relax my stiff body.

The current location is a collection of information on plants such as herbs and fruits from the city's library.

On the desk is a book with oriental fruits, descriptions of mountain fields. What I have been making for my research is a note of the medicinal liquor of an assignment given by Neune.

The first thing I did was try all the booze at once without preconceptions.

At that stage, however, only brief first impressions, such as sweetness and acidity, and a slightly caught part are recorded.

For example, the only information that is out front is that the bitter taste is Matabi or Kalahanasou, or that the scent is good is Kinmoksey.

Speaking of distinctive personalities, did Shiratamanoki taste like a wet cloth medicine?

Later, this is how I asked for information about the plant itself before Neune soaked it.

Complement the first impression you receive, find support for the area you were interested in, or look for any traits you didn't notice in the first impression.

I want objective information that can affirm and deny the subjectivity I had once.

Have your own opinion and incorporate other opinions based on that opinion.

That's one of the basics my senior taught me when I became a bartender.

Bottles and cocktails handled by bartenders are truly diverse. Suddenly trying to remember every taste is recklessness.

So what are we going to do, first of all, we're going to make our own reference points.

Let's say you thought of a vodka-based cocktail, for example.

First, remember the taste of a cocktail called [Balalaika] in it. The taste consisting of 'vodka', 'coantro' and 'lemon' is used there as a reference.

That's how you learn [Balalaika] taste, and you derive it from it and reach for the other cocktails.

If [White Lady] changed the base liquor to 'gin', do you think it would be dry with the difference in base?

You think a cocktail called [sledgehammer] consisting of 'vodka' and 'lime' is less sweet than [balalaika]?

Anyway, once I set my standards, I'll remember how it compares to that.

Doing so also gradually solidifies the image ahead of reaching out.

Once the image has been consolidated, another image will now be sought after using it as a standard for flavor.

That's how you slowly solidify your image of flavor by adding a few more reference points to it.

But that's the only thing that bothers me when something comes up that I don't really know the difference between.

So what we need is an objective opinion, not subjectivity.

If you don't know the difference, just ask someone who knows the difference. Taste it again on your own, based on the person's opinion.

Sometimes when you do, you see the difference. Sometimes I don't see it after all.

All that, I can't say for sure. But have your own opinion and incorporate other opinions to supplement there.

Repeating it turns the image of flavor into something more robust.

In this case, the first impression of flavor is my tongue. It was based on what I felt there. And this is how we follow the book descriptions in search of other information.

Because there's no way I'm going to ask Neune all this.

"For one thing, have you got it together?"

One more big stretch of my back and I looked at the note I could make.

The issue of Neune, somehow, seems kind and has many patterns of hiccups.

Essentially, it is an issue centered around various types of 'fruit'.

However, it may be an earlier 'cranberry', or a proximal species of 'gammazumi' where a plant called 'otokoyo-zome' is commonly used as a fruit liquor.

Anyway, there's a lot of stuff coming through my knowledge gap.

I've been using fruit that I don't think is suitable for edible use, or the alias is more famous and I can't find the description at all, or a lot of things like really trying me out.

Anyway, I can clearly see that I'm not going to do anything about it.

But I'm not complaining about that. That's what challenges are.

Based on the notebook I just made, see the flavor again. That way you'll also see traits that you didn't realize at first.

In the meantime, when I checked the time thinking I was done with my research at the library, it was just about a little around noon.

When I thought I'd leave the library and go eat somewhere, uh, I was worried about the gap in the bookshelf.

Today, I haven't met that girl with gray hair.

But he (she?) Somehow, I feel like you're looking at me.

Beside putting back the books I had taken out in large quantities, I tried to speak up unexpectedly.

"Elle, are you there?

The voice, like a solitaire, slips and goes through the gap in the bookshelf.

But even after a while I waited, I never heard the chilling voice I was used to hearing.

"... well good"

I didn't originally expect it.

No, I didn't. I had some expectations, but I didn't do anything about it.

I dropped my gaze on my hips gun and decided to leave the library sighing after that.

"Hey, total!

"Hmm?"

I was called from behind when I left the library and was thinking about lunch as it assimilated into a wave of people walking in the city.

Turn around, you look like a dog-eared beast man waving at me.

The man waving a little cheerfully is Bergamo, and it is his sister Corsica who is standing right next to him and smiling.

As I stop, the two of them come to me in a bit of a rush.

Eventually, a slightly disturbed Bergamo caught up with me.

"Good total. Yo."

"Yo."

Where Bergamo and I are having a cheap greeting, Corsica next door also bows her head.

"Hello, General."

"Mm-hmm. Hello"

Return a mild greeting to the girl who followed.

Once the first conversation has been exchanged, Bergamo moves on to the point.

"I was looking for you. Because when I go to the house, Mr. Oyaji tells me he's headed to the library. I'm glad I made it."

As Bergamo flickered, the fatigue of the investigation just now seemed to blow away.

I ask as I thank him for his good health.

"I'm sorry to make you look. Can I help you?

"It's not so much an errand..."

Bergamo clouds his words just a little embarrassed and hard to say.

I wonder what I am, and a little while later, Corsica, frightened by Bergamo's unsweetened attitude, took over his words.

"Your brother wants to help the general."

"Corsican."

Bergamo panics slightly at Corsica with a clear face, but Corsica continues to confuse me even further.

"The general has been worried lately, so as a friend, I'm going to take a shot at him, and he's breathing at home."

"... Bergamo"

"It is! I'm sorry!

Explained to others, Bergamo raises his voice slightly shy.

"The whole thing's been bothering me. I'm not that smart, but I thought I could ask you out for a distraction."

I felt Bergamo's clumsy kindness. It feels like I have no choice but to think of Corsica, she was worried about me quite a bit at home.

I gave that back to him with a grin I tried to do.

"Okay, please. Listen to me."

"... Ooh! I don't know what else to do."

Bergamo puts a little stare in my snorting face, but me and Corsica have always remained nibbled at his attitude.

We talked a little bit and the three of us decided to grab lunch at a store that could be a little noisy.