Love is like the coffee of the Bedouin, bitter yet beautiful. - Arab saying
We think we like coffee, that we have a coffee culture —
really? A cappuccino in a plasticized
paper cup or any later than breakfast time is an abomination. Even worse is the “Latte”, a child’s drink of
warm milk with a memory of coffee. It is
a sort of homeopathic version of coffee.
What we want is the strong, aromatic coffee of Islam.
Come with me on a pilgrimage to the Levant and Arabia, where Sufis, Bedouin and Ottomans have perfected
and celebrated the art of coffee since the 1300s. Travel is still a bit tricky but we can do
all this in Room 43a of the British
Museum where a free exhibition “Life in a Cup. Coffee Culture in the Islamic world” is on until 18
September 2022. The exhibition is small
but intense, rather as coffee should be. British Museum
Sufis in the Yemen
in the late 1300s discovered coffee’s properties. Coffee warded off sleep and
enhanced their mystical experience. Coffee reached Istanbul
by the early 1500s. There, the
preparation and consumption of coffee became an art form. The exhibition introduces us to the Sultan’s
coffee maker, not a Nespresso machine but an elegant person in a rose-pink silk
robe and turban. The Cavehdgi Bachi
presents a tray of coffee covered with an embroidered coffee-cosy. Levantine coffee drinkers dismiss a coffee
with no foam as of poor quality and look down on the skills of the coffee
maker. I doubt if the Cavehdgi Bachi
ever took the risk of presenting the Sultan with a poorly foamed coffee.
By the 1600s, people from Morocco
were drinking coffee. In the courts and
mansions of Istanbul,
drinking coffee was a refined activity as we can see from the lustre porcelain
cups they used. The exquisite patterns
would have emerged to delight the eye as people sipped their coffee. Some of
the porcelain was imported from Japan
and China along the Silk Road trading routes.
In rural Yemen,
they used more humble earthenware cups that have their own beauty. We can tell they were cherished from the
lovingly woven baskets they used to carry them.
Sir David Wilkie, who travelled in Istanbul,
in the 1840s, was a keen observer of the coffee culture. He came to realise that what he
thought was time wasting (he must have been amazed at how long the five or six
sips in a Turkish coffee cup can be made to last) was time spent
building social relationships.
in the exhibition show that women enjoyed coffee too but I have the impression
that men and women did not drink coffee together. Some years ago, I was
travelling in the Sahara with my wife,
Adrienne. We went into a small coffee shop in the oasis town of Siwa. I sensed a tension as soon as I ordered. I
had not noticed that only men were present.
The presence of a woman unsettled them though Arab hospitality
prevailed. There were no such worries when we went to the Al Nofara coffee shop in the al-Hamidiyeh Souk in Damascus to listen to Abu
Sadi tell his stories. In modern Damascus, the sexes, the
young and the old mixed happily. I have written about that experience in
another post. The Story Teller of Damascus
Coffee is a sensory pleasure. The Egyptians and Syrians say that tobacco
without coffee is like a Sultan without his fur coat. All fur coat and no
Coffee reached London in 1652 with the celebrated Pasqua Rosée, who founded the Capital’s first coffee shop. Its successors would go
on to be the seedbeds of the Enlightenment.
People like coffee shops and enjoy conversations. Even as early as 16th Century the
authorities in Mecca, followed by Cairo and Damascus,
tried to ban coffee shops. They failed
of course; the people and commerce prevailed.
In Istanbul, by the late 1800s, coffee
shops became places where families could enjoy shadow puppets performances and,
as I had done in Damascus,
The European powers took hold of
coffee, set up plantations in Brazil,
and elsewhere. Coffee became a global
and, from there, America
developed their own methods of brewing and consuming coffee. The new coffee culture spread back to its
heartland. There are 47 Starbucks
outlets in Istanbul. They do serve Turkish coffee but you will do
very much better in any street café, where you will enjoy not just the coffee but
also the experience of an ancient tradition.
Within five minutes of leaving the
British Museum, I found a Turkish café and
enjoyed a proper coffee before setting off for the famous Algerian Coffee Stores in Old Compton Street. Algerian Coffee Store
Enjoy this quiet exhibition at the British Museum.
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