Amongst many fermented treasures, nestled towards the back of my fridge, stands a jar of pearly white, with a layer of golden, transparent liquid sitting at the surface. If you look closely, you can see what remains of broken rice suspended in salty stillness. When cracked open, a sweet, floral aroma with hints of grapefruit tickles the nose, masking th…
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