I’ve never had so much as a smidgen of durian, despite Anthony Burgess’ lyrical description: “like eating sweet raspberry blancmange in the lavatory.” Add to that the fruit’s reputed rancid-gym-sock bouquet, and you will not be surprised to hear that I have not been champing at the bit for actual durian-flavored candy:
It was all white, no different colored center. Biting into it, it was a little tangy like a yogurt chew. But then the real durian flavor. It’s a mix of strawberry and mirepoix. The onion notes weren’t completely revolting, it was like eating ice cream that had been stored in a smelly freezer … just off and not something that you’d think flavor-ologists would slave over and present to their bosses as something that should be placed in production.
I just hope the Altoids guys don’t read this and decide they need a Curiously Odoriferous Mint.