Netizens lament the fact that top grade fruits are always exported, rarely reaching on our tables
Recently, a man went viral on the internet for revealing in a video that the durians of the highest quality were in fact exported to foreign countries instead of ending up on our tables.
Netizens who followed the video post on X said they were unsurprised by his statement as this was not a new practice.
Baru tahu durian yang kita makan sebenarnya gred A je.. Yang gred AAA semua untuk eksport..🤔 pic.twitter.com/YFGoCLTkG0
— JalalMisai (@jllmisai) August 9, 2025
'This is the same with any fruits. The top grades are the quality for export. It is difficult for us to taste them,' said @ZakiHafifi.
Another netizen shared that at Jalan Gua Musang-Lojing, there are people who planted dragon fruits.
According to him the workers who sold these fruits by the side of the road informed that the Grade A and AA are all sent outside of the country.
'This is similar to the case of the vegetables at Cameron,' chipped in another netizen.
On another note, what constitutes a grade AA durian? According to the website The Thorny Fruit Company, the grading applies only to the Musang King, and not to the other clones such as D24 and D101.
Most shocking is the fact that the grading has nothing to do with the taste, texture or quality of the fruit.
'Across the fresh produce industry, the fruit that has the most optimum size and flesh has usually been sold as premium over the 'ugly fruit' or odd shaped ones. It is almost like the Miss Universe of fruit,' said the website.
Now that we know about the grading system, is it worth the extra money to get a fruit that is only beautiful in shape and size?
Sounds more like a marketing trick to maximise profit than a factor to consider when indulging in a fine dining experience. —Aug 11, 2025
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