Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Product Review: Kombucha


I am a slave to Kombucha. This product is fermented tea (pictured left: vat of fermented kombucha) that contains usnic acid derived from lichens. If you have not tried this delectable drink, follow the gypsies, soccer moms, and men with shoulder length hair to that store. Whole Paycheck, that is. Or any surviving food coop.
Kombucha tastes faintly of rotten apple cider, or maybe fermented urine. Honestly, I have no idea why it is so drinkable. See for yourself. For beginners, try GT's Gingerberry flavor. Or jump right in and grab the one with green flotsam drifting around inside the bottle.
Another admirable quality of Kombucha is the health claims prominently displayed on the label. Maybe they are giving consumers the placebo effect in a bottle. Snake oil, indeed.

2 comments:

mudskipper said...

Kombucha is not for me. The purported stimulating effects could be a result of the toxins??!!

From wiki:

Aside from any possible health benefits, many users report a subtle but definite perceptual shift after consuming kombucha. It is generally characterized by mild euphoria, relaxation, and an overall sense of physical and mental well-being. Kombucha contains trace amounts of alcohol and caffeine, unless made with decaffeinated tea. Alcohol amounts vary from 0.5% to 1.7% depending on brewing time and amounts of sugar used in the fermentation of the tea which may account for the experiencing of these effects by some consumers.The pH/acetate may increase blood flow to the brain. Another possible cause of these effects is the psychoactive amino acid L-theanine, which is naturally present in tea. Stimulation of the circulatory and immune systems, and associated glandular releases, may also account for some of these effects. Though some believe these reports are most likely a result of toxins produced by contaminated cultures.

Unknown said...

You know who else was a slave to Kombucha? The rubber. So what I'm trying to say is be careful those good feelings don't cloud your judgment so that you start touching the unwilling.

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