It came full of Greek coffee, and gives me a hearty contentment when I look at it.
Unless I'm mistaken, it was the first can of Turkish coffee (=Greek coffee[=Arabic coffee]) in my collection. One of my roommates at the time liked it and drank a ton of it one weekend when her boyfriend was over and I was away, but for some reason she used my Italian stovetop espresso maker to make it and not my little Turkish coffee pot, which I guess worked for her but I would never do.
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