I had no choice back then, my mum was "brewing" that stuff in huge jars, tucked away in the kitchen closet...

I was pretty fascinated about the growth of that gelatinous alien on top of the "tea"...

but dang i hated having to drink the final product!

I'm not even sure if it had anything to do with the taste, or whether that was more of a mental thing because the stuff "grew" in our own kitchen?!