Uncle Traveling John Nestles Up with NessAlla Kombucha Who’s that jolly fellow with the microphone heading this way? Why it’s no other than Uncle Traveling John! With his cheerful disposition, sensible footwear, and a suitcase packed with adventuring essentials, it can only mean one thing: Madison Craft Beer Week is almost here! Watch Vanessa and Uncle Traveling John discuss hangover cures, kombucha radlers, and more! We can’t wait for our favorite Madison-based weeklong craft beer event. Be sure to visit madbeerweek.com for details, including where you can find our tasty, refreshing NessAlla Kombucha.
So there I was minding my own business, tugging along a freshly brewed vat of Peach Blush Kombucha over to her warm resting place among her sisters, when one of her wheels catches on a small chink in the great armor of the cement floor. My momentum immediately halted but the force of about 400 pounds of liquid inertia kept going. Realizing, trying to brace this with the back of my arm was futile, I watched horrified as my freshly sparkling vat of precious nectar fell with a thunder and a splash like an ocean wave hitting the shore. “F*#!k”! I yelled to the rafters, hopelessly standing in the spreading pool of stickiness. The SCOBy’s that fell looked like sad toddlers crumpled to the ground after finding out they can’t have candy. Alla and Greg came running only to discover the horror on the floor. I turned to Alla, who was just about to head out for the day and said “You CAN’T leave!” vehemently. We all just sort of stood there dumbfounded as the pool stretched along the far wall, under the tables and racks. We have no floor drain in this room. Why? It was a very large