And he combed remote New Zealand beaches, often by himself and sometimes for days at a time, in hope of finding treasure of his own, which, sadly, he never did. He sniffed the stuff in museums and absorbed the wisdom of experts. He phoned, emailed, and flew across continents to pry whatever intel he could (often frustratingly little) from the shadowy global network of professional ambergris hunters and traders. Kemp had never heard of ambergris, and the spectacle on Breaker Bay prompted him to embark on an obsessive study of the substance during his two-year stay in New Zealand. Was it an aspect of New Zealand national character that made people act this way? the color of dirty week-old snow.Īs the news media arrived and locals began breaking off pieces of the mass with garden tools, Christopher Kemp, an American biologist on an academic visit to New Zealand, watched the scene with growing amazement. It was large, perhaps the size of a 44-gallon drum. crowd had gathered to investigate a strange object that had washed up ashore during the night. On Saturday, September 20, 2008, the excitement was beginning to grow on Breaker Bay, near Wellington, New Zealand. “Windy Overlook” Wellington, New Zealand, Breaker Bay
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