The Exploding Whale

Since it’s a Saturday, and we’re on a big whale vomit/shit kick, I thought it was time to dust this classic off again.

It’s a monument to human ingenuity and stupidity at the same time.

Who would eat Whale Vomit on purpose?

Well, that post on Whale Vomit got the Whale Army going.  Two clips were suggested:

Via the tipline

Well, Whale, you started it.  Here’s a video of some pommie toffs enjoying some whale vomit.

Heston Blumenthal serves ambergris (whale vomit) to his guests as part of a fish and caviar starter for his sumptuous Christmas feast. Guests include actor Charlie Higson, broadcaster Mariella Frostrup, comedienne Arabella Weir, former rugby player Matt Dawson, actor James Purefoy, and journalist Kate Spicer.

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I always knew the blog would make money

Finally proof that the blog would make money…people at lesser read blogs always complain that all I do is vomit all over the internet. Well looks like it is about to pay off. This guy has found some whale vomit worth £100,000:

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All about Whale Crap

Andrew Sullivan

It is pretty hard to pass up the ubiquitous Whale post…but this one is all about Whale crap and it is pretty amazing stuff:

Ben Shattuck reviews Christopher Kemp’s Floating Gold: A Natural (& Unnatural) History of Ambergris:

People have used ambergris (‘gray amber,’ French) for a long time — Moctezumaadded it to his tobacco, Casanova to his chocolate mousse, England’s King Charles II to his eggs; 17th-century French physicians used it to cure rabies, Florida’s American Indians as an antidote for fish poison, and today, companies like Chanel and Guerlain as fixative in their most expensive perfumes.

So what does it smell like?

Here is a solid lump of whale feces, weathered down—oxidized by salt water, degraded by sunlight, and eroded by waves — from the tarry mass to something that smells, depending on the piece and whom you’re talking to, like musk, violets, fresh-hewn wood, tobacco, dirt, Brazil nut, fern-copse, damp woods, new-mown hay, seaweed in the sun, the wood of old churches, or pretty much any other sweet-but-earthy scent. Borne in whale guts to be crushed and dabbed on the wrists and necks of the elite.

Synthetic alternatives have been discovered but Kemp isn’t convinced:

Scientists may be able to produce compounds that can mimic the fixative properties of ambergris, but the odor of the ambergris is itself indescribable, let alone replicable.