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Still can’t forget

It has been more than a week since I left Daimon-san and the rest of the brewers at Mukune.  After japan I went straight to Beijing to discover another amazing country.  Now I am back in Vegas, back in the grind.  Everyone asks me about my trip… ‘How was it?”, “Did you drink a lot of sake?” and at that moment I always stop and think… how can I describe the magical time that we all shared at Mukune?  How can I explain how much I learned about sake… working hard, hands on in the brewery every day?  How can I explain how much I learned about the culture… living amongst all the locals, sharing their walks on the streets and the local supermarkets? When thinking of the generosity of Daimon-san and all his staff, the way he welcomed strangers to his kura with open arms and, above all, an open heart…. I realize that there are no words.  I am still amazed of the whole week and although it is nice to be back in the comforts of home, I really do miss it! And I think that is what brought all six of us there from all over the country, we all agreed that with something as technical and precise as sake, there really is no other way to grasp it besides to make the trek that we did and actually make it yourself.  I know that I am blessed to have been able to experience it.  I know for certainty that it has changed me and that my life will take a different path because of this internship.  I am sad to be away from the great company of everyone…some of the most inspiring, charismatic, and adventurous people I have ever met.  I truly hope that all of our paths will cross again in the future.  1 year until Italy!??

To Daimon-san… Thank you for letting us all into your world.  Thank you for staying up late every night to entertain us, for taking us to that ONE last bar, karaoke, or late night noodles, and still being the first one up the next morning (How do you do it??!) But above all, thank you for teaching me more about a true passion of mine, you have truly inspired and motivated me to take it to the next level…and to follow my dreams.


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Departures and Arrivals


well, the members of session 4 have departed and gone their separate ways.  some have returned home, while others have continued on in Japan, China, Palau, …

i arrived back in California yesterday.  

tired, sad, worn, spent.  

buzzing, content, renewed, enriched.

tomorrow i will visit my parents and try to recount all that has happened in the past 2 weeks.  i’m sure many details have slipped from my mind, but the experience will never fade away.

thank you Beau for opening True Sake in SF and giving me access to sake, your knowledge and the connection to the Mukune International Sake Brewing Program.

thank you Daimon-san for opening your door, mind and heart to sake enthusiasts from around the world and allowing me to be part of it.



six strangers enter

water, rice, yeast, passion, work

team mukune, son


Girl Watching

Since the weather has warmed up and is so nice this time of year we started taking our lunches outside. Several of the guys enjoyed watching the high school girls in uniforms parade past the brewery in what seemed like a continual, endless stream. One of the guys in particular enjoyed sitting on the street in front of the brewery and interacting with the students and passersby. The Japanese also seem to find him the most entertaining out of all of us. One day a pretty 15 year old rebel and her friend stopped by at chatted for a while. Her clothes were disheveled clearing reflecting her bad attitude. She jeered and trash talked her peers as they walked by. “That guy is a nerd. She is crazy. That boy stupid,” she said calling out their names. Her friend said that the rebel was a bad girl but she was the good one. The rebel said “I like mugi shochu, beer, and awamori.” The good girl said, “I like juice.” When they said good bye they called out, “Come back tomorrow. I love you, I love you.”

Two Japanese School Girls

Two Japanese School Girls

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No Bye Bye’s… Mata Ne!


yesterday was our last day working as kurabitos at Daimon Shuzo. we steamed rice in the morning, loaded the third addition (tome) of rice and koji into the moromi, cracked our final batch of koji for the “Ferrari”, scraped some more kasu from the Yabuta, put labels on boxes and then cleaned up the kura one last time.

in the late afternoon, it seemed that everyone needed to find a bit of “self time” before the farewell party. i think all of us were a bit sad that our stay here was coming to an end and we all were in an introspective and reflective mood. i put my headphones on and listened to some music as i watched trains go by, school kids and cars parade past the kura, kids playing baseball across the field and some of the few clouds we’ve had this week roll through the sky.


at 6pm we all met in the room that has been our “command center” for the past week. an amazing spread of food was brought in, many of the dishes featuring bamboo root that may have been picked from the grove just behind the kura. before eating though, we all took turns sharing our thoughts about the experience of working at Daimon Shuzo. i sort of knew what most of my fellow gaijin kurabito felt as we had spent each night hanging out and talking with each other about anything and everything, but it was great to hear what Uei-san, Arai-san, and Daimon-san and his family felt.  they all had the sense of amazement and happiness that we did and i think that made us all feel extremely relieved, happy and maybe even a bit proud.

i can’t say i was expecting to have an epiphany during my stay here, and i’m not sure that i did (or have had it yet), but it was definitely one of the best experiences i’ve had in my life. the fact that Daimon-san allowed this program to take place in his kura, knowing that all sorts of things could go wrong, that he was letting (for the most part) random people from around the world into his business, that his kurabito were going to have their extremely efficient work flow altered, that other kura owners and tojis might think he was crazy, … Amazing.

and despite all the ways that things could have gone wrong, nothing did! was it blind luck or good karma that made this work so well? maybe. i think i’m going to give credit to what brought all of us here in the first place though and that is this fabulous concoction made from rice, water, yeast, a lot of hard work, passion and artistry: SAKE


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I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.

Confucius nailed that one. The only way to truly understand how Sake is made. Is to make it. Luckily that’s what we’ve been doing for the last week. Here are some snapshots.

The Kura is  a spa for rice. It incredible how pampered Japanese sake rice is. The richest women in the most expensive spa does not get this much attention.It is Milled (liposuction). Then washed in a machine( Jacuzzi?). Then washed by hand(Body Scrub?). Then steamed (steam room?). Cooled on a conveyer belt and declumped (massage). Then off to the moromi(cold pool) and on and on and on. Additional treatment include koji rice declumping ( massage in a sauna). But the treatments work. A simple grain of rice becomes sake, that elegant beautiful lady.

Such a beautiful concept. Not wasting anything. Like water,rice,energy. But not in a bottom line  way. It is about respect for everything. Everything is part of the chain. We’re all in it together.

I sit by Daimon front gate , have lunch and watch sunsets. It is a great view over a farmers fields with a train that runs through it. The city is in the distance and the mountains beyond. It’s a very pleasant place to sit and think. But a very peculiar think happens every day. A steady stream of schoolchildren ,dressed in uniforms with beautifully polished shoes, march by from 7am to 9pm. Any time of day.7 days a week. I talk to them in English. The boys shy away but the girls seem more interested in learning English. Most speak some English and seem happy to use it with an actual gaijin. They laugh,giggle and smile as they reenter the relentless stream of student. On there way to where ever.

Above the office there stands a giant double trunked Meta Sequia. It was planted after world war 2 in an effort to regreen Japan. Daimon father planted it. When we arrived it seemed dead. Just a black shape against the sky. But the weather has been picture perfect. And now it has beautiful fine green needles.We use the tree as a landmark to lead us back to the Kura. Like this session intern ,the tree is from united states, and we both started the week in the dark. But now after a week of making sake we too have bloomed.

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Mission Accomplished

We were so efficient today that we finished early. I felt a pang on taking off my white boots. I do feel very complete in my understanding of sake making. Thus there is a great deal of satisfaction in knowing that this is truly a “Mission Accomplished

I give Daimon-san another thank you for this wonderful education and inspiring exposure to the brewing process.

Hopefully, this will lead to more contact with my fellow kurabito and Daimon-san. This time of learning will certainly contribute to my better understanding and enjoyment of  the sake I will drink in the future.

Now to the train station with a bag and brain full of nihon-shu!

Japanese bullet train, shinkansen, pulling into train station, Japan


Portrait of the artist as a Japanese Toji.
Old School

Old School

This Kura is 185 years old and it’s beautiful. 185 year old timber soar to hold the wooden ceiling. Walls of windows and open cantilever roofs let in a beautiful light. It is a place of shadows and light. Old and new.
It is also a place of contradictions. Rooms of intense heat and chilling cold. Old Edo looking tools, unusual modern machines and futuristic computers sit side by side. Tradition and technology waltzing together to make Sake.

Is that forklift fushia?

Is that forklift fuschia ?

But there is more going on. If you look closely. The pressing machine is periwinkle blue. The brush’s are  day glow green. Christ ,the fork lift is Fuschia. The colors have been chosen as carefully as a painter would put paint to canvas. An artist has been here.

That artist is  Yasutaka Daimon, Toji and owner Daimon Shuzo. Clearly his wonderful sake is a work of art. But why these details of color, like wildflowers,  in this traditional Kura? The more you get to know him. The more it all makes sense.

Born the first son of the brewer, he fled Japan to see the world. Opening up to the possibilities beyond Japan and sake. He lived in a floating world of Travel and spirituality until he decided it was time to return.Bringing back with him, souvenirs of the world: love of Art, Food , spirituality. Which he applies daily to the life in the kura.

There are surprising touches everywhere. Who would expect to see Matisse,  Rothko and Klee prints in this almost 200 year old  Japanese Kura. Or a Buddhist prayer affixed to a state of the art Koji computer. These touches humanize this building.Clearly he respect tradition, like hand washing the rice ( Ouch,my back!) instead of using a rice washing machine ,which he already owns. But he also believes in the modern. Using traditional methods combined with  a desire to shepard sake into the  future.

Like the modern artist’s he loves so much. They had a reverence for the past but were looking for a new way of expression. So too is Daimon-san.



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From beginning to end

Today we recapped some things we have done earlier in the week… rice washing, steaming, koji, etc.  It was great to be able to do these things twice in a week.  It really helps you get everything down because I feel the first time is kind of a whirl-wind.

I couldn’t help thinking, as we went up the third time today to turn the rice, cool it, and break it up for the koji, that we are like rice pioneers!  I told Daimon-san today that I will never look at a bowl of rice the same again.  We have experienced it raw, milled, finger burn hot, cooled, wet, dry, put great time and effort into washing it, steaming it, lugging it around the kura in bags, running up to the “koji room” several times a day to visit it and baby it (we are talking two shoe changes for this practice alone!), watched it get koji-ed (??) before our very eyes…then hand stirred and loved it some more…backaches, sweat and all.  We watched it change as the koji ate away at the proteins and fats, loaded it into the “Ferrari” and watched it run, took it out of the “Ferrari” and left it in trays in another room to rest for five days, it even made an appearance at last nights ramen noodle run on Daimon-san’s shirt! Whew!  To experience the respect and detail that has been given to this “everyday household grain” is truly amazing!

Rice Washing Rice SteamingRice

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A fun day by all.

I think we all worked very hard today from the standpoint of doing many tasks. In all, we did about every task required to make sake. It was great to be a part of our crew, which unhesitatingly jumps into any assigned task with smiles, promptness, and a desire to perform competently. Daimon-san continued to conduct all of the activity with cool preciseness, while  sharing his knowledge.

After having a fun time at dinner tonight, I am finally sufficiently wise  to give in to my fatigue and return to my “four-star suite” for my first full eight hours sleep. My compatriots are still out there enjoying the night scene.

It ain’t easy being a kurabito!!!!

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Hey is this place haunted? Maybe.

Where am I? I awake to a vague chill in the darkened Kura.In this shadowy, exotic, mysterious building I wonder for a second if the chill is real. Or is it the ghosts of the migrant Kurabitos that have lived in these rooms ? If so, what are they trying to tell me? Are they welcoming me or warning me? I guess I’ll find out? Then it dawns on me. It’s probably the weather. And I put a fleece on and head down for 8 am meeting with our ever gracious host Daimon-san and my fellow interns.
Having met my fellow interns yesterday. It’s amazing how quickly we have bonded. There’s Zennet, a Papuan gold merchant( by way of Austin Texas). whose home brewed sake, he describes,as tasting like cough syrup. Frank, an intense solo traveler, who wears a dogtag, in case he dies on the road. Liloa. A Hawaiian sake salesmen, who out ran a swarm of angry wasps in a football uniform. Chris, a San Francisco native, recently forced to move because of too many dead bodies piling up near his doorstep. Cathy,  a Las Vegas wine sommelier, with a pathological fear of getting “Nekkid” in front of foreigners. And me. My life is a half finished novel that needs a better plot line. All of us have arrived at this special place. To find something. At the very least a rare glimpse into the world of sake making. But I think we’re in for a lot more. And I may not need any help from the kurabito’s ghost.

i ain't afraid of no mr coffee

i ain't afraid of no mr coffee