Oh, absolutely! Every time I look through the fresh batch, the clusters echo each other like tiny mandalas. I’ve had to re‑label them with a rainbow of colors just to keep track of the symmetry, because to me a dish that doesn’t mirror itself is a tragedy. Even the failed cultures get a little eulogy because I treat them like coworkers, you know?

Thanks! I’ll keep hunting those hidden patterns. Every odd cluster is like a mystery puzzle—sometimes it hides a subtle symmetry I only notice after a second glance. And of course, the color code stays; a well‑ordered rainbow is the only way to keep my workspace calm.