The other day I went to a bar with my friends in a small town in Tokyo. It was a good bar with nice atmosphere and quite a few liquor variations. I ordered Canadian Club Black on the rock. To tell the truth, I can't tell the taste of whisky, but it was very good. I think that the taste of alcohol depends on not only the taste itself but also where, when and with whom we had it. To be able to enjoy a glass of whisky is a happy thing because it never tastes good when we are in a unhappy feeling. It might be a barometer of how happy we are. Though I had been in a distance from alcohol, I'm thinking now that I can come closer to it. But I have to be careful of not being indulged to it because my grandfather was a kind of alcoholic.