A properly, very ripe "Atreano". I had two of these a few years back. I let the figs hang until they looked deep, golden-yellow, and shriveled from the hot sun. They were clotted with thick, figgy honey, and when I ate them, the muscles in my jaw ached! Sweet, thick, crunchy with seeds....just heaven.
I find it difficult to get my figs to that perfectly ripe stage. The Gluttony part of my Seven Deadly Sins personality makes me pick them too soon.
Frank