My brother and I came upon a shrine in Okinawa where miko still make kuchikamizake. Here—sipping rice wines fermented in the cheeks of virgins, is the closest I’ve ever come to intimacy. I want to…
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My brother and I came upon a shrine in Okinawa where miko still make kuchikamizake. Here—sipping rice wines fermented in the cheeks of virgins, is the closest I’ve ever come to intimacy. I want to…