一If you drink sake
You will find out what you like, and why.
Most of the interesting sake arriving in America goes to restaurants in New York and Los Angeles, or to distributors moving it by the pallet. What is left for a D.C. shelf is the safe middle of the category. We go around that, because a hundred people ordering together is a case, and a case is the number a brewery will ship.
What lands in front of you on a given night ranges from a bottle any shop here can order to things that took a month of letters to get hold of. Undiluted sake straight off the press, unpasteurized bottles that rarely survive a normal supply chain, and starters that take four weeks instead of two all turn up. Nobody in the room knows which is which, which is the point.
The part people do not expect is how much you learn. You taste six things without knowing what any of them are, you argue about them with twenty other people, and by the end of the night you can name what you like and why. That is the thing you take home, and it works in any shop, in any city, for the rest of your life.
Kasumi means mist. We named the club after the cloudy nigori that nobody here will stop reordering.