The Rastafarian colors of this exotic fruit isn't the only reason I buy them. Leaving them on the counter for a few days to make sure they're ripe as can be guarantees that they are absolutely-hands-down-the-most-flavorful-fruit-I-have-ever-had. It's a meal in a mango. They're big, and filling, and I don't think there is a comparable food as delicious as this one. After savoring one of these babies, everything else tastes like cardboard. Although, they are somewhat hard to consume when the ripeness makes the fruit squishy. The juice drips down the sides of my mouth, all over my shirt, and I'm positive I look like a ravenous Aborigini on the island of Tripoli.
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