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Ayano Okamoto, an executive at the Fukumitsuya Sake Brewery, poured me a glass of aged sake on a steamy September day in the seaside Japanese city of Kanazawa. It was unlike any sake I’d ever tasted or seen. Translucent gold, it could pass easily enough for iced tea but tasted faintly like caramel, slightly sweet and creamy. It’d pair…