Jim Reaugh
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If you’ve ever wanted a crash course in sake without the crash, get yourself to here in Kyoto. It costs you 600 yen — which in travel math is roughly the price of a coffee back home, but way more intoxicating (literally and spiritually).
After entering what looks like a perfectly preserved Edo-period brewery meets samurai Airbnb, you’re greeted by a short but expertly made film. It’s the kind of video that makes you whisper, “Who edited this and how can I hire them to do my wedding slideshow?” Narrated in that gentle Japanese cadence that feels like a bow made of sound, it gives just enough context to make you feel worldly without frying your brain.
The museum itself is self-guided — in other words, no one’s watching you awkwardly mispronounce “junmai daiginjo.” You’re free to wander among the barrels (which are roughly the size of a studio apartment in Tokyo), admire century-old tools, and nod sagely as if you understand how koji mold works.
But let’s be honest — we’re here for the tasting.
You’re handed a small, clear plastic square of a cup (yours to keep — mine’s now a desk ornament / emergency shot glass) and three tasting tokens. Think of them as Willy Wonka’s golden tickets for grown-ups who appreciate rice alcohol.
The tasting bar offers a spread from dry, delicate sake that whispers “pair me with sashimi” to rich, fruity numbers that say “I’ll go with yakitori or your regrets.” But the star of the show for me? The Plum Wine — labeled as “Mindfully Brewed, Deliciously Sweet.” Which is basically what I hope they write on my tombstone.
This plum wine doesn’t mess around. It’s full-bodied, unapologetically sweet, and dangerously drinkable. You taste it, smile, then wonder how many bottles you can fit in your suitcase without violating customs or physics. I left with one — then promptly shared it with locals at an izakaya that evening. Because nothing forges international friendship faster than a plum-scented buzz and broken English.
Bonus points: The water fountain outside the tasting room is borderline divine. If reincarnation exists, I want to come back as a plum soaking in that water.
If you’re even sake-curious, this museum is a must. Educational, low-key beautiful, and you leave tipsy, hydrated, and holding a cup you didn’t know you needed. Also: who knew 600 yen could buy knowledge, friendship, and a solid pre-lunch buzz?
Rating: 5 out of 5 umeboshi. Would sip again.