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Right Here, Right Now 2024 · Japan It was a freezing night, barely one or two degrees. Looking for somewhere warm, we stumbled upon a small whisky jazz bar filled with locals. We were the only outsiders. Behind the bar stood an impeccably dressed ojisan, cigar in hand, drinking between making cocktails alongside his young apprentice. Jazz played. Drinks were poured. Nobody seemed to be in a hurry. I ordered an Ardbeg 10, neat. That first sip burned gently down my throat and settled warm in my stomach. Outside, the night was bitterly cold. Inside, for a little while, there was nowhere else we needed to be.