Soju is fun stuff. Very tricky, because one minute you're cruising along just fine, and the next minute you're reeling into walls on the way to the puker. Good times, that.
A particular girl I dated in high school, her parents were both 1st gen. Korean immagrants. They introduced me to kimchi, among other things. One night her father decided he wanted to get me drunk on soju so he could see what sort of boy his daughter was dating. Apparently we got along smashingly while I drank myself stupid. I remember next to nothing of that night. I saw her years later after college and she said her father still asked about me sometimes. What ever happened to soju boy?
Soju is more in the realm of a booze than an actual wine, isn't it? I'd think you could keep the bottle proudly on the bar without fear of it degrading.
There is no drink quite like the drunk with whom you've drank