Growing up in Korea, I remember my grandmother making kimchi and then putting them in large earthenware pots and then digging large holes in the ground then putting them inside. In winter time, when it snows (that's how I remember it), she'll go out and grab some of this kimchi. The taste? I salivate now every time I think about it. To this day, I have not tasted kimchi as delicious as that - can't say it's objective. It's my nostalgia, childhood memories etc. But I'm so grateful for that taste memory.