Showing posts with label ambergris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ambergris. Show all posts

August 30, 2012

Treasure hunting! (and the treasure is whale vomit)

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Charlie Naysmith is one lucky kid. How else would he have discovered $60,000 worth of whale barf?

The 8-year old was walking on a British beach, when BAM! Ambergris!

Why's that such a big deal? Ah, you have to read the story.

And you can do that here.

(Thanks, Django!)

June 30, 2012

Whale poop tastes good!

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I love the Smithsonian magazine, and of course, its website. I mention this because I’m about to quote from one of its fine articles, and I want to make sure that you know how awesome it is!

Okay, then, the subject is whale poop. Specifically, sperm whale poop known as ambergris.
It has have sometimes been described, inaccurately, as sperm whale vomit. Ambergris comes out the other end . . . formed in a whale stomach as a protective barrier around sharp, indigestible squid beaks, and then excreted. 
Of all the world’s feces, ambergris may be the only one prized as an ingredient in fragrances, cocktails and medicines. It’s eaten, too. Persian sherbets once included ambergris along with water and lemon . . .  
The author of a new book titled Floating Gold: A Natural (and Unnatural) History of Ambergris includes obscure recipes . . .  in which “grey amber” was melted like butter onto roasted game encased in pastries. 
The author also cooks with a piece of white ambergris: “It crumbles like truffle. I fold it carefully into the eggs with a fork. Rising and mingling with curls of steam from the eggs, the familiar odor of ambergris begins to fill and clog my throat, a thick and unmistakable smell that I can taste. It inhabits the back of my throat and fills my sinuses. It is aromatic—both woody and floral. The smell reminds me of leaf litter on a forest floor and of the delicate, frilly undersides of mushrooms that grow in damp and shaded places.”