Namaste, dear Reader. I am writing to you from the comfort of my organic, free-range and shade-grown yoga mat, wearing my cruelty-free bamboo clothing, having just dabbed essential oils on my blocked chakras as I sip on my fermented fungal brew. That concoction also known as kombucha.
Hold the phone. None of this sounds like me. At all.
Except, I freaking love kombucha.
Yes. It’s true. I drank the kombucha Kool-Aid, as it were, and you should too.