Hanaizumi Fukushima

I never get enough of anything from Fukushima. The snow capped peaks of Mt. Haruna, the Nihonmatsu Castle, the Dairin Temple. I never get tired of the prefectures autumnal brews, and its delicious cuisines. Its natural hot springs, its beautiful rice fields. The old houses. The unspoiled beauty of the countryside. It's a sleepy little boring piece of Japanese beauty that I love. Undisturbed and unfettered by the annoyances of city lights and noise pollution.

Whenever I am up this way I love to sample as much sake as possible. However, I never forget to go back to an old favorite of mine. Hanaizumi.