Rows of terracotta pots for aging baijiu.
January 8, 2016

I loved contributing writer Angela Tchou’s The Baijiu Riddle, a drinks story that’s also a personal story. Tchou, who grew up Chinese-American in Johnson City, Tennessee, wonders how the fiery liquor, deeply woven into her parent’s warmest memories and the Chinese collective unconscious, could taste basically like kerosene and rot. It takes some drinking to get to the bottom of it.

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