The Durian and other tales
Tonight at supper Sabrina told us that she had purchased a fruit that smelled bad but tasted good. I vaguely remember hearing about this fruit before, and Hope knew about it. This fruit is called the Durian, and I would describe its smell as something similar to gasoline. The taste, while definitely better than the smell, could not be separated... I hope I never have opportunity to try it again! It's hard to describe, but the smell permeated the whole house as soon as we entered, and it was quite fascinating to see some of our friends eating large portions of this fruit with flourish! The following is an excerpt from an article I found on the internet about the durian.
Individual fruits are divided into five compartments, each containing a large
brown seed covered by a sac of thick, creamy, yellow pulp with an aroma that's
legendary. You could publish a small book full of analogies that have been used
to try to pin down this odor. Some of the more common comparisons in