The Smell That Reaches the Corner Before You Do
You smell it before you see it. Somewhere past the bend in the road, a sweet, heavy scent drifts over the warm asphalt. It’s part custard and part onion, with something like ripe cheese underneath. Then you round the corner and there’s the stall: a wooden bench under a bamboo awning, piled with green-brown spiky fruit the size of a man’s head.
Durian season in Bali is starting. The first stalls show up along the roads into Ubud around this time of year, carrying fruit trucked down from the hill villages. Through December and into the early months of the new year there are more of them, until it seems every second corner has one. A few durians hang from the awning on twine like heavy lanterns. The rest sit in a heap, and the seller sits beside them on a plastic stool, waiting.
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Here is how it works. You point, or better, you ask her to choose for you. She lifts one and sniffs the base. She may shake it gently beside her ear to listen for the seeds knocking loose inside. Then she sets it on a banana leaf, finds the seams between the spines with the tip of her knife, and pries it open with both hands. Inside, nested in the thick husk, lie the pods: pale yellow, soft and glossy.
You eat them right there, with your fingers, sitting on the end of the bench. The flesh is warm and dense, somewhere between crème caramel and very ripe banana, with an almond-like bitterness at the end. People either love durian on the first bite or need a few seasons to come around. Both are perfectly respectable.
Two pieces of local wisdom are worth knowing. Eat it at the stall, because many hotels and cars across Southeast Asia simply don’t allow durian inside, and the smell travels. And you’ll often hear the old advice not to drink alcohol with it. Have a cold coconut from the next stall instead.
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If durian feels like a leap, the season has gentler doors. The rambutans are blushing on the neighbors’ trees, the mangoes have filled the lane with their own perfume, and our guide to salak, the snake fruit will show you how to peel the one with scales. Ask the team, and they’ll happily bring a few of the season’s fruits to breakfast, the way the fruit bowl tells you what month it is. And when you’re planning a late-year stay at a staffed villa in Ubud, it helps to know the roads will smell like this.
Follow your nose to the corner. That’s the whole tip.
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