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nm156.bsky.social
これで〆るよ。
#Japanesestyle
#chuhi
#kanpai
January 15, 2026 at 2:38 PM
shmumbler.itch.io
We finally got a single room mostly finished, so now it's time to relax with some chuhi and One Piece.
August 11, 2026 at 4:28 AM
sawazaki.bsky.social
HERO OF DRUNKSTICE
man this peach chuhi is good
August 18, 2025 at 12:17 PM
nm156.bsky.social
買い物したので帰りまーす
(アンテナ関内は代済みで置いてきてしまったビアをピックアップして、飲まなかった)
#shochu
#chuhi
January 18, 2026 at 7:55 AM
eepynemui.bsky.social
sangaria chuhi my beloved
October 23, 2024 at 1:37 AM
mogar.bsky.social
It is 11 am and I already require 10 yakitori sticks and lemon chuhi
May 7, 2025 at 2:21 AM
dokkanonakanohito.bsky.social
全農 沖縄県産トロピカルフルーツ ミックスサワー をｶｼｭｯ(`･ω･´)

sakelog.info/chuhi/485/

>タンカン、完熟シークワーサー、パイナップル、マンゴーを使っているとのこと

柑橘系の香りが支配的ではあるものの、マンゴーは分かる
パイナッポーはちと分からんかな
とにかくトロピカル感はかなり強い
セブン にて確保(´･ω･`)
#青空飲酒部
August 10, 2025 at 7:09 AM
traphouserabbit.bsky.social
ChuHi best high and anyone who dismisses schoolhouse tako wieners doesn't know what they're missing
June 10, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Lemon chuhi?
February 14, 2025 at 10:25 AM
musashi1219.bsky.social
おっさんのお初シリーズ！「 #etSETOra 」へ乗って #コトブキ技研工業 をバックに「 #瀬戸田レモンCHUHI 」を呑みながらノープランの #独り旅 へGO〜！ #エトセトラ #安芸灘 #呉 #列車の旅
February 9, 2024 at 1:54 AM
wah.bsky.social
probably best to sit down and savor it as if it actually is an izakaya chuhi, but even walking around with it, it’s still quite good.
September 1, 2024 at 9:47 AM
torhusky.queerdog.club
YEAH

I say, two and a peach chuhi in lmao
March 12, 2024 at 4:39 PM
beertengoku.com
With this year, it could be time to switch to chuhi for the next few months.... 😢
June 18, 2025 at 7:25 PM
robgoss.bsky.social
I often pop to the supermarket at 9 to 9:30am. It’s a mental break after a couple hours of work, but also reminds me how small Tokyo can feel.

I see the same people every time. The guy fresh off a night shift who always buys a bento and four tall cans of chuhi…he opens one as soon as he’s outside.
June 16, 2026 at 5:57 AM
ivva.bsky.social
#おつかれさまです、ハイ、タコハイ
Thank you, Takohi for you

#田中みな実 #MinamiTanaka

#チューハイ #ChuHi #焼酎 #炭酸 #Shochu #sodawater
#Takohi #SUNTORY

#看板 #signboard #sign #signage
#広告 #Advertisement #Billboard
#上野駅 #UenoStation

#日本 #Japan
#東京 #Tokyo
#ivva #ivvaDOTinfo
#ShotoniPhone

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December 23, 2023 at 10:18 AM
lizardky.bsky.social
It's the same damn plant, just like kale, cabbage, and brussels sprouts and a few other veggies that literally make me nauseated if I smell them cooking. (Really, it is. Or close enough, like chihua...chiuh...chuhi.... yappy dogs and great danes.)
August 11, 2023 at 7:12 PM
nabe1432.bsky.social
広島県に拠点を持つアシードから発売されているマルエツ限定CHU-HIレモンを飲んでの感想

#アシードマルエツ限定CHUHIレモン
#マルエツ限定CHUHIレモン
#今夜の一杯

nabebiere.com/asheed_chu_h...
File 1,069 アシード・マルエツ限定CHU-HIレモンのお話
広島県に拠点を持つメーカーのアシードからマルエツ限定商品として発売されているアシード・マルエツ限定CHU-HIレモンを飲んでの感想。
nabebiere.com
November 12, 2025 at 3:44 PM
noutenmiar.bsky.social
7-11で売ってた
hokkaidobeer.com/chuhi/hokkai...
北海道産はちみつ柚子サワー
北海道産蜂蜜と高知・馬路村産の柚子を使用。しっかりとした柚子の味わいが楽しめます。
hokkaidobeer.com
June 6, 2025 at 3:58 PM
longforties.bsky.social
First canned cocktails of the trip: a lemon sour from a curry place and this old fav. This is a grapefruit chuhi from the Hyoketsu line. I think they reformulated the flavour again.

I should try to look for the sugar free version.
November 22, 2024 at 8:56 PM
shinobu.bsky.social
trial 4: -196 (nee strong zero) as a mixer. i have often said that strongs taste like ass. at a 1:1 ratio, this surprisingly works? there's nothing like adding sugar to your sugarless chuhi. it does get kind of cloying over time, but it accentuates the yuzu quite well here.
April 17, 2025 at 10:55 AM
javaopen.org
成田のCM降板の英語ニュース、缶チューハイはCanned Chuhiでいいんた。
For some reason, Japanese brewer Kirin thought it was a good idea to cut a canned chuhai commercial featuring Narita Yusuke, the Yale researcher who has said old people in Japan should “commit mass seppuku” so as not to burden society. They yanked it after people went “wtaf”.
March 14, 2024 at 12:25 AM
lumchanmfa.bsky.social
Conbini Blues - originally published in Homestead Review
Conbini Blues Originally published in Homestead Review _ She stands at her counter staring into the oden pot filled with eggs, tofu, daikon, and seaweed, bubbling in dashi, when the store’s incessant jingle pierces her brain. She automatically calls out welcome in the high-pitched voice all the female clerks were trained to use. She hates it. The sound pushing through her nasal passages, a cloying greeting that must be repeated every time someone comes through the damn automatic door. She pretends to be busy, shifting the candy on display in front of her, while the customer, suit jacket rumpled, tie askew, briefcase dangling from his left hand, walks to the glass wall of fridges filled with drinks at the back of the store. He pays no attention to the racks of magazines and manga as he shuffles past. Turning the corner near the bathrooms, he completely misses the covers filled with lingerie clad, wide-eyed women, and high school uniformed long-haired girls, white underwear peeking out from beneath short skirts. It’s late enough for that last drink before heading home. She watches him browse the beer and chuhi selections. She knows he’ll pick the chuhi. They always do. So much alcohol in a much too sweet and sour package. He’ll probably end up puking it and his last meal, most likely ramen, in the parking lot, and she’s not looking forward to having to clean that up. She never really wanted to end up working in a convenience store. What can you do, really, when you can’t get into a high school? Can’t even get into a trade school? Every time she went to take the entrance exams, no matter how easy she knew they would be, she’d go blank. Couldn’t recall a single calculation, a proper sentence structure, a particular fact, just a void where all the knowledge she had acquired through the years had been stored. She couldn’t understand how she had been fine taking tests throughout junior high school. All of her teachers thought she’d definitely get into her top choice school, but on the day of the exam, a wall went up. Everyone was so disappointed in her. Her teachers. Her mother. Her friends were simply shocked. They had all made plans to go to the same high school, to grow their hair long, to wear their uniform skirts short, to get boyfriends. After two years of trying, she just gave up. And they did as well. No one messaged her. No one emailed her. She had been thoroughly and irrevocably cut off from them. No one wanted to be associated with a girl who couldn’t get into high school. Every night, working the late night drunken salaryman shift as she liked to call it, she let the time pass her by. Let the boys with the loud bikes and the men with the smelly suits and drunken faces look at her and leer. Let the late-night truck drivers use the bathroom before crashing in their cabs for the night. Rice balls and fried chicken, steamed pork buns and beer passing through her hands into waiting plastic bags. Chopsticks and hand wipes placed next to gum and cigarettes. Her smile forced and bright. And between the customers, she’d gaze at the hot food case, rows of American dogs, chicken skewers, and frankfurters slowly disappearing throughout the night. Or, sometimes, she’d look at the cars as they drove by, their headlights flashing across the front windows. She’d imagine their lives. A mother driving her sick child to the hospital. A couple heading to a dark spot because they couldn’t afford a love hotel. A family leaving early to beat the holiday traffic on the expressway. These daydreams consumed her. She can smell the booze and cigarettes before he even makes it to her counter. She welcomes him again, but he ignores her. They all do. He starts fishing in his pocket for some change. He’s young. Younger than she thought when she first saw him come in. Clean cut hair. Not long and permed. Not a wannabe, from a host club on pink street, trying so hard to look like a member of a famous Jpop group. She never understood the fascination of her friends. Pictures of boys with perfectly styled hair stuck to pencil cases. File folders decorated with images of sweet smiling faces. She always preferred strong, clean cut athletic guys like Kenichiro, his lean body running around the track on sports day, but she always pretended to like the same groups, the same stickers on her own pencil case and folders. He weaves as she tells him to push the button on the screen to confirm his age. She wonders if he chose to be this drunk. Sometimes at her work parties, the older clerks would make her drink too much. Always filling her half-empty glass with more beer or shochu. Ame-chan drink more. You can handle yourself. You’re young and strong. And she would insist that she wasn’t but still they kept pouring. Their smiling red faces imploring her to join them. She would try to walk around and fill other people’s glasses to avoid this, but they always insisted she join them in kanpai. She gives him the price of his lonely can of chuhi. He throws the coins down on the counter. She counts them carefully, putting them in the register and asking if he’d like his receipt, but he’s already opening the can and staggering to the door. Please don’t vomit in the parking lot. The annoying jingle plays again as the next customer enters the store.
March 12, 2025 at 1:25 AM
pacificwatershrew.bsky.social
Never seen The Princess Bride. I refuse to watch it atp. Never had a chuhi in Japan. I prefer not to drink alcohol.
john-self.bsky.social John Self @john-self.bsky.social · Aug 8
What mundane token of modern life have you never done? I’ve never had a takeaway delivered.
August 9, 2026 at 4:02 PM
kags.bsky.social
Looks good! Bet it tasted dangerous haha. Gotta try a chuhi while your there. A ton of navy folks who were stationed in Japan say it’s insane.
September 22, 2023 at 12:43 PM