Everyone who has visited the market near my flat has noticed that the fruit sellers review durians like sommeliers review wine: nose, texture, the "old" versus "young" argument, the family feuds between stalls. This blog is that register, written down instead of shouted across the tarp.
I am nobody. No restaurant partnerships, no affiliate links, no TikTok — the last one because auntie Tan at stall 3 will hear about it. Prices are what I paid, in full, with the shame attached when I overpaid. Scores are out of five stars and the scale is brutal because the fruit deserves honesty.
Write to mail@sgb.688369.xyz if your market has better politics than mine.