i'm beginning to think mangoes are manic-depressive. one day, they’re high-intensity, full of vim and vigor, starring or even taking over an entire meal. they’re like this when you eat them ripe out of hand, in a mango furomaji (Bread Talk). you can’t stop them. they’re gorgeous. they shine. they dazzle. the depressive mango usually turns up in baked goods, i’ve found. the mango loses its bright flavors and becomes inert.

i'm the biggest fan of this one and the photo is smiley GORGEOUS! BT really really good. :) try now if you haven't try it.