Maarud AS is a Norwegian manufacturer of snack foods.
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Their most well known product are various potato chips, branded as "Maarud Potetgull" (lit. 'potato gold'), but the company also produces other foods such as tortilla chips, peanuts, and popcorn. The company also has branches in Sweden, Finland and the Baltic states under the names "Estrella" and "Taffel" (in Lithuania).[1]
The Norwegian branch has the main office in Oslo and production facilities are at Disenå in Sør-Odal. The Swedish company has the main office in Stockholm and production facilities at Angered. The Baltic division has production facilities in Kaunas, Lithuania.[1]
The company has 390 employees.[2]
The company traces back to 1928, when Thomas Stang of the Maarud farm at Disenå started selling farm products. Production of potato chips under the brand name "potetgull" started in 1936, after Stang had visited the United States[3]. Around 1950, Maarud purchased industrial equipment for larger scale chip production, and the company enjoyed progress in the 1960s, helped by the advent of television.[4] In the 1970s, Maarud became the largest snack food producer in Scandinavia.[5]
Thomas Stang's son Ole A. Stang, Jr. took over the company in 1960.[6] The company was sold to Freia in 1983, and to Kraft Foods in 1992.[5] After operating as a daughter company of Kraft for several years, the company merged with Kraft and Freia in 2002, becoming Kraft Foods Norge.[7]
Under Kraft, Maarud had trouble maintaining their position in the market. In the tough competition against KiMs, Maarud's share of the Norwegian potato chip market fell from 50% in 2001, to 33% in 2008, although the increase in consumption of snack foods meant that production at Maarud remained stable.[2] In 2008, Kraft sold the company to the Norwegian private equity firm Herkules Capital.[3] The sale was welcomed by both local and national politicians in Norway, as well as the employees of Maarud.[2]
Mademoiselle remembers too well
How once she was belle of the ball
Now the past she sadly recalls.
Mademoiselle lived in grand hotels
Ordered clothes by Chanel and Dior
Millionaires queued at her door.
Oh, she pleased them and teased them
She hooked them and squeezed them
Until like their empires they'd fall
She very soon learned
That the more love she spurned
The more power she yearned
Until she was belle of the ball.
Oh, Mademoiselle, such a soft machiavel
Would play bagatelle with the hearts of young men as
they fell
Mademoiselle would hide in her shell
Could then turn cast a spell on any girl
That got in her way.
She would crave all attention
Men would flock to her side
Woe betide any man who ignored
For she'd feign such affection
Then break down their pretension
When she'd won she would turn away.
Turn away, thoroughly bored.
Mademoiselle, long ago said farewell
To any love left to sell, for the sake of being belle
of the ball
Mademoiselle knows there's no way to quell
Her own private hell, just a shell,
With no heart left at all.
Poor old Mademoiselle.