Oh my Sake.  My Japanese alcoholic brethren.  My warm suckle of fine rice wine.  You started with a few painted bottles.  A few unique models of sake containers that cradle the glowing nectar of bliss.

Now you have matured into a fine establishment, a huge refined build kit.  I’ve seen Sake bars and I tell you, this is boarder line luxurious.  This package doubles as a “Washitsu” because in those establishments, when you drink the best Sake, whether with your buds, or over a business meeting, you do it fancy.