Of all the unchristian beverages that ever passed my lips,
Turkish coffee is the worst. The cup is small, it is smeared with grounds; the
coffee is black, thick, unsavoury of smell, an execrable in taste. The bottom
of the cup has a muddy sediment in it half an inch deep. This goes down your
throat, and portions of it lodge by the way, and produce a tickling aggravation
that keeps you barking and coughing for an hour. – from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain.
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