Ủ is the memory we put by, like stowing a golden season in an earthen jar. Lift the lid and you can almost hear wind along the paddies, see dusk-blue smoke rise from the kitchen roof, and catch our parents and neighbors stepping out of years gone by. All we hope to keep is a little warmth from the old days, resting and stirring in every batch we make.
Fruit lore
Life is a search that began with childhood fruit noon heat, bare feet, a reach for guava and longan, quick bright laughter. Now we listen to season and place. We gather the S-curve of Vietnam flushed apricot, tamarind sour, starfruit sweet, coconut cool sweet but steady, simple as hometown love.

Time and careful hands shape these scents. Yeast bridges memory and now. New, yet known. One sip and you’re on the porch again. If it fits, stay a bit. The season has more to tell.
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GARDE-MANGER
We searched far for a true sweetness, then came back to the old stove. A small flame. Rice low. Potatoes and corn in the coals. Smoke at the door, evening slowed. Cassava shared, rice halved. Laughter, then quiet.

The stove teaches measure: wait, keep, enough. Lift the lid warmth, a soft ring, steady embers. And we know:the sweetness was always here a small kitchen, a faithful flame.
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ủ space
Theo văn hóa Á Đông, mái nhà được ví von như hình tượng của sự bao bọc, chở che trước những khắc nghiệt của thời tiết và cả những thăng trầm thời cuộc. Mái nhà Ủ lấy cảm hứng từ kiến trúc mái ngói từ bao đời trên đất Việt, gợi cảm giác thân thuộc, gần gũi, đón mời quý bạn trở về nơi "trú ngụ" ấm áp.
ủ lab
At Ủ, fresh ingredients lay the foundation, a hand-picked spice gives them attitude, and the right spirit ties it all together. The trio builds layered flavor—subtle heat on the nose, warmth on the palate, a finish that lingers in memory.
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