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On the contrary, I bet the goths would love it. Just imagine the commercials:
RANDOM VAMPIRE KID: I hate myself and want to die. (slips caustic soda into his Deeppresso) RANDOM VAMPIRE KID: But I’m gonna die with a bang! (drinks the concoction and rockets off into space)
Come to think of it, wasn’t that in a Roald Dahl book?
(The name is actually trying to point out the “deep” flavor of the coffee—the コク深, as the label says.)
My first time in Osaka, Pokka had introduced a canned coffee called “BM”. After laughing hysterically at a jibaiki filled only with this dubious delight, I asked my friend the rhetorical question, “Does it taste like that, or does it give you that?” I bought a can for the laugh value, with the hope that some native English speaker would eventually advise the Pokka marketing guys as to the meaning of that particular euphemism.
Then there was the fairly recent Sangaria “GOD” coffee for we caffeine-starved masses… ‘this saving blood, this life-giving can’ indeed!
September 8th, 2006 at 12:25 am
Obviously the customers dont generally get the pun on the name. I can just imagine the marketing nightmare trying to sell something like that here.
September 8th, 2006 at 12:50 am
On the contrary, I bet the goths would love it. Just imagine the commercials:
Come to think of it, wasn’t that in a Roald Dahl book?
(The name is actually trying to point out the “deep” flavor of the coffee—the コク深, as the label says.)
September 9th, 2006 at 8:41 am
[...] JAPAN - The worst coffee to start your morning But possibly the best use of Engrish ever. [...]
September 16th, 2006 at 10:15 pm
Ranks right up there with Pocari Sweat as a marketing marvel…
L
November 14th, 2006 at 7:41 pm
My first time in Osaka, Pokka had introduced a canned coffee called “BM”. After laughing hysterically at a jibaiki filled only with this dubious delight, I asked my friend the rhetorical question, “Does it taste like that, or does it give you that?” I bought a can for the laugh value, with the hope that some native English speaker would eventually advise the Pokka marketing guys as to the meaning of that particular euphemism.
Then there was the fairly recent Sangaria “GOD” coffee for we caffeine-starved masses… ‘this saving blood, this life-giving can’ indeed!