Over his years of stay, Di Tou had naturally learned that those wrappings were to help store the jar properly, not letting the alcohol evaporate out of the jar, leaving you with nothing left after twenty or thirty years of storage, so even without using his Spiritual Sense or any tricks, he naturally knew it was alcohol.
Prying into the jar slightly with his Spiritual Sense, Di Tou shuddered slightly as the strong scent of wine and the spicy feeling of inebriation washed over him as his Spiritual Sense sent back the sensation inside of the jar. But a moment, the sensation was gone, and a certain levity replaced it. The wine was light and airy, almost like drinking tea, but with the unique atmosphere of home.
Hmm…
