It was a cold winter's night and I was driving home to Brooklyn with a giant glass pitcher of my mom's kombucha. There must've been some black ice on the road because my car started fishtailing and I nearly spun out of control into incoming traffic Luckily, I was able to steady the car and continue on my journey home but an even worse fate had befallen me that evening - a gallon of spilled kombucha all over the car. Truly, this was an epic mess. To avoid this dangerous and smelly situation from ever happening again, Mombucha was born. Now I brew just like mom but better (don't tell her).