Back when I was a lad of, oh, twelve or thirteen I faithfully attended Boy Scout camp each summer for at least one week. The camps each had a little snack bar/trading post where we could buy candy, soda and Scout supplies for our various merit badge classes at prices designed to curb our spending by breaking our banks within a few days. We all knew the source of their inventory had to be some cut-rate rejected imports warehouse, because the products were mainly foreign in origin, such as Chex Mix with packaging in Farsi or Mexican gum. One year they brought in something really exotic: a pallet of Japanese soda. Or at least we thought it was soda. Within a day or two one of our leaders who'd spent some time stationed in Okinawa was savvy enough to spot the labeling in kanji
indicating this drink was, in fact, a little bit alcoholic. The soda-like stuff that tasted like crappy fruit punch turned out to be lemon chuuhai.
And all that was a very roundabout way for me to tell you that the Japanese love to put alcohol in shit. Like cola: