"Smells like hell, tastes like heaven." That's what I would always hear about the durian. For those who do not know, durian is a fruit common in Southeast Asia. It is most distinguishable because of its spiked husk, and of course, it's smell. As Anthony Bourdain of popular show No Reservations put it,its taste can only be described as…indescribable, something you will either love or despise. …Your breath will smell as if you’d been French-kissing your dead grandmother.” Despite the harsh words, ironically, the Durian is believed to be and aphrodisiac. However, there has been no scientific truth to this. I live in a city called Davao in the Philippines, a place that is known for harvesting Durians. We do not only have the fruit, we have different variations of it, from candy, to ice cream, to shakes, and even in one café, a cappuccino. To have lived in Davao for pretty much all my life, the effect of durian to other people is the exact opposite to me. Though most find durian repulsive, to me, it simply smells like the sweetness of home. To get a little piece of home while here in America, frozen durian can be found in most local Asian stores (yes, it is not the same but it will do somehow). Also, my sister and I had discovered a frozen yogurt place on Curtner called Whimsical Frozen Yogurt Gelato where they serve Durian ice cream, for those who can’t handle the real thing.