I recently acquired a small amount of the infamous "cat poop" coffee. No, it doesn't smell or taste like excrement. But yes, it is the cleaned and roasted end result of the Indonesian palm civet's lunch. That lil' guy down there. Adorable, right? Those black, empty, beady eyes, and Pennywise-esque teeth. So not exactly a cat per se.
Coffee "beans" are the seeds of the coffee berry, undigestable to the palm civet along with other wild animals. When he eats coffee berries for lunch, he leaves little treasures for that nichiest of niche markets. Demand is pretty high for this stuff simply because it's rare, not because it's delicious. Some say it's nothing special, akin to any other regular cup of coffee, but others think the enzymes in the animals' digestive tracts keep the acidity low and the flavor smooth. MMMM....smooth intestinal flavor! I dunno. Not really enough for me to get past the psychological barriers. I'm staring at it right now, imagining awful things not fit to print.
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