Gaëtan climbing a coconut palm tree in Hội An Vietnam

Our story

He did not read about coconuts.
He climbed the trees.

One founder. Two coconuts a day. A question that would not leave him alone.

Gaëtan at a restaurant in Hội An, casual portrait, natural light

Gaëtan. Founder.

The founder

Born in Europe. Lives in Hội An. Drinks two coconuts a day.

Gaëtan grew up in Europe dreaming of fresh coconuts the way most Europeans do. As something you earned by travelling far enough. The first sip on a beach, straight from a green coconut with a straw. Cold. Clean. Slightly sweet. Unlike anything sold in a carton back home.

He moved to Hội An. The morning coconut became the daily ritual. The energy drinks and sodas that used to sit on his desk disappeared. The coconut replaced them all.

The daily ritual

The coconut replaced the energy drinks. Years ago.

He climbed trees to pick them. Opened them by hand. Built a relationship with a dealer in the village. This is not a brand story invented in a meeting room. It is a lived obsession. By the time the idea of My KoKo showed up, the ritual had already been running for years.

Gaëtan at his desk with two monitors and a coconut water, the daily work ritual

The origin

Young Xiem. Ben Tre. The only one worth using.

Young green Xiem coconuts on stone pavement with bicycle wheel and dramatic dappled sunlight shadows

The young Xiem coconut grows best in the Mekong Delta. Picked early. Sweeter than mature varieties. Higher in natural electrolytes. The only one we use, anywhere, ever. The day Gaëtan tasted his first one, the search for an alternative stopped.

Coconut on dark wood table with pool and tall palm trees behind, blue sky

The question

“Why can I have this every day, while my friends and family back in Europe cannot?”

Gaëtan. Hội An.

The obsession

We flew to the other side of the world.

Canton. A yellow crate full of coconuts. A local opener who had done it every day for forty years. We collected the raw material ourselves. Then we went to the lab.

Chinese bicycle loaded with coconuts in a Canton street
The bicycle. The street. The supply.
Gaëtan crouching with a local Chinese man opening coconuts in a Canton street, yellow crate full of coconuts
A yellow crate. The first trial.
Gaëtan measuring Brix levels in coconut water with a refractometer in a Chinese lab
The number. Measured obsessively.

What came out

A process that did not exist before we built it.

We pushed engineers outside every standard parameter they knew. We validated the output ourselves, blind, against a fresh coconut picked the same morning. We could not tell them apart.

Two clear glasses of liquid on a dark lab bench
Same colour. Same smell.
Gaëtan measuring Brix levels in coconut water with a refractometer in a Chinese lab
The Brix number does not lie.
Industrial processing equipment with tubes, containers and machinery in a Chinese factory
First of its kind. Built from scratch.
Jenny holding freshly harvested coconuts in a tiled room

Jenny. Co-founder.

The team

Jenny was there from the start.

Two hours on a motorbike to find a particular farm in Laos. Sitting on a tiled floor cleaning a hundred coconuts. Calling the Canton supplier at eleven at night because Brix readings were drifting. The story is a two-person story.

What is next

My KoKo is coming. Be part of it.

Bring the real coconut water experience to every home in Europe. Cold. Pure. Genuine. Every morning. Anywhere. The launch is close. The first people in get access at a founder price.