Is That a Tiger in Your Pocket?

So there you are, sitting in a karaoke bar, minding your own business, when the maniac behind the bar breaks out the big guns.

"What," you say, "the hell is that?"

"Tora no chin chin no shochu," says the maniac behind the bar.

"Tiger's penis in rice-liquor," your brain translates, helpfully. Stupid brain.

The other jars contain a pack of sea-horses and a snake, respectively.

The funny thing is, you know that at some point you're going to end up drinking this.

Welcome back to Japan.