I think the way TNG reduced the intelligent and innovative Ferengi to little more than grasping monkeys is a species slander most normally seen in war propaganda posters.
The other night I had a dream that some Ferengi were giving me a tour of the Divine Treasury, It was dead dull, just piles of gold and shiny crap everywhere but they were very excited. In the middle of this dream I started laughing because they reminded me of those very boring volunteers who give tours of cathedrals and train stations and who are clearly in love with everything they show you in excruciating detail.
But I did not crush their sacredness with my mehness. I was enjoying their moment in the (reflected) sun.