Posted on 12/02/2021 10:28:32 PM PST by blueplum
The social media posts started in May: photos and videos of smiling people, mostly women, drinking Mason jars of black liquid, slathering black paste on their faces and feet, or dipping babies and dogs in tubs of the black water. They tagged the posts #BOO and linked to a website that sold a product called Black Oxygen Organics.
Black Oxygen Organics, or “BOO” for short, is difficult to classify. It was marketed as fulvic acid, a compound derived from decayed plants, that was dug up from an Ontario peat bog. The website of the Canadian company that sold it billed it as “the end product and smallest particle of the decomposition of ancient, organic matter.”
Put more simply, the product is dirt — four-and-a-half ounces of it, sealed in a sleek black plastic baggie and sold for $110 plus shipping...
...The BOO product was analyzed for the presence of heavy metals at Ohio State’s Trace Element Research Laboratory. Results from that test were similar to the company’s 2017 certificate, finding two doses per day exceeded Health Canada’s limit for lead, and three doses for daily arsenic amounts. ...
Those results are the backbone of a federal lawsuit seeking class action status filed in November in Georgia’s Northern District court....
(Excerpt) Read more at nbcnews.com ...
If only they had George Costanza and Lloyd Braun they could have sold millions.
I know a guy that can get great Chinese gum..
Ontario peat bog.
Poland peat bogs are better. Maybe they can merge and form Pontario Peat.
Serenity now!
an Ontario peat bog next to a landfill - Poland is going to have to up their game for Ponterio brand
TRUE STORY>>>>> Back in the 70’s while living in Germantown, TN, a suburb of Memphis, I taught school about an hour away out in a rural community where most of my students were from share-cropper families, in the spring, they all ate dirt. It was a traditional “delicacy” they looked forward to. They would dig it from the side of a slope that cut into a tobacco field with very rich black moist soil, put it in a bowl and eat it like it was pudding. They called it “sweet dirt”. I didn’t believe it until one of the moms invited me to come join them. I can’t remember the excuse I gave them, didn’t want to hurt their feelings because I loved those kids dearly, but secretly eating dirt was beyond my limits.
Have since rethought your initial reticence?
Absolutely not.
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