You either love it or hate it. It’s known in South East Asia as the king of fruits, with good reason. This green, thorny fruit with the creamy interior, is so rich, that a few seeds will leave you feeling very full. To me the scent is divine but others have described it as foul. My cousin for instances suffers when the rest of us indulge. My French relative also can’t bear the smell. I on the other hand, absolutely love it. It has to be from a fruit that’s just cut open and not when it’s introduced into products like ice-cream and cake and such. I frown upon such dilutions. The fruit is banned in hotels and our subways because of the strong scent that can linger.
Don’t try to carry it. It’s heavy and it’s spikes are thorny like a porcupine’s. The durian sellers professionally handle and cut it open with a knife with a cloth wrapped around their hands for protection. These days they use gloves.
Durian to me makes Singapore a happier place to be. If you do come to South East Asia it’s one of the dares you should take. Who knows? You might end up loving it like I do.