Spring Trip Nene Yoshitaka | Pleasure Pickled Hot

Inside, the air was warm and oddly sweet, as if the house itself had been pickled in the scent of yuzu and cedar. Nene, small and quick-eyed, greeted us with a bow that felt at once formal and mischievous; she moved with the assurance of someone who had spent years tending both hot springs and other, more intimate economies of joy.