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Waiter, there’s poo in my brew…
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A year ago I wrote about an exotic, super-expensive Indonesian coffee made from coffee beans excreted by civet cats, painstakingly extracted by hand from the animals’ forest droppings. It seemed funny at the time, and I pitied the poor people who had to try selling something like that.
As is so often the case, I was wrong. They are managing to find a market, and a high class one at that, as you can tell from the coffee shop sign in this picture, which says “high class coffee.”
The “cat poo coffee” has gone on sale in parts of Australia, and people are paying $41 U.S. for a cup. This is not a misprint. This is like, “Honey, I’ve got $100, let’s go for coffee.”
So now that I know there’s no product too gross or stupid to succeed if you charge enough for it, I’m soliciting ideas. Please use Post a Comment. Here’s the story:
A visitor passes by a Kopi Luwak signboard in a shopping mall in Jakarta May 17, 2007. REUTERS/Dadang Tri
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Finally — a home-based business opportunity that will make us rich!
How about a high class exfoliating creme that uses fingernail and toenail clippings to exfoliate instead of microbeads?
Or how about facial masks that utilize baby spit-up.
Am I rich now?
I’m sorry, Kelli, but both of those are already commercially available – check out babybarf.com.
Alas! My hopes and dreams are shattered!
Tell those collectors to seed the forest with litter boxes. Let that coffee ‘treasure’ dry for a day or two and the gravel just brushes away.
I want to shake the hand of the Indonesian genius who came up with the notion.
After he or she washes it.
All this time Juan Valdez has been looking his mule in the mouth. It’s not a horse, but still.
Why not find a use for hairballs? Civet Yarn. Think about it, they can make their own toys just by hocking one up!
At my local farmer’s market they sell dandelion greens for $4.49 for a little bundle. That makes far less sense than civet poop coffee.
(looks out at front lawn) I’m sitting on a motherlode!
“Carlton, this coffee tastes like crap.”
“Well put, William; well put.”
I have the most fantastic idea.
I will open a coffee and entertainment shop.
I will sell expensive cat poo coffee, and for a hefty hourly fee, people can “entertain” themselves by going through stacks of my bills, and writing their own checks to my creditors.
It will be the most captivating entertainment experience!