Durian

Wikipedia has much good information on durian. Good descriptions on the challenging matter of its smell and taste—sewerage, filthy laundry, rotten fruit, bitter almonds; &etc. (Laudatory description was the lesser part of the entry.) 

         If there was anything lacking it was sufficient attention to the texture of the fruit, both on the palate and in hand.
A burst old scrotum, Em suggested, getting close to the matter.
         The yellowy white sack of fruit inside the shell had within a little oval nut that wasn't easy to detect through the outer layers.
         Custard cropped up more than once in the discussion, for colour and surface texture more than anything else. This gooey tissue however stuck to the fingers like streaky glue. Like no other food known to man, at least not in its natural state. No doubt it was not meant to remain in the fingers so long.
         Skeins of stretched fibre clung to the tongue and refused to go down. Revulsion was no doubt part of the problem.   

         Equally, traversing the tongue to the back of the mouth and then tipping down needed more than jawing. A raw snail straight from the shell was likely easier to take, as its flesh would surely not distend and congeal like durian. 

         People fix on the smell as if that was the greatest challenge. That really was the smallest part.
         Political differences in Singapore or anywhere else were not divided any more strongly than on the two sides of the question of the King of Fruits, as durian was known by its admirers.
         With an admirable spirit of investigation, Neil got down three of the pods.
         Five or six dollars for a medium sized, something larger than a coconut, on the stalls in the streets.