Summary: Unaccustomed to the bewitching fragrance of passion fruit, I did as instructed. I dove my spoon straight into the fruit and scooped out the golden, speckled flesh and put it to my lips. It was sweet, fruity and a little tart. Here was the passion fruit that I had heard so much about but had never eaten until four years ago. Its unassuming exterior — a purple leathery shell that enclosed a fragrant, soft pulp — was anything but ordinary.
