We’re a big, agro, juiced up, supersized, scoby slashing, fruit-fist of fury that wants to hook you up with some bada** bro-biotics — and we’re gonna do whatever the fermented fruit we want. Because this isn’t sunrise salutation sipping booch. This is smack your face off and call me Sally booch. This is rip your guts out, feed it some good stuff, and then shove ’em back in booch. This is booch for health freaks.