A story about it here: Durian Dilemma: Would I Be Bold Enough to Eat Thailand’s Exotic Fruit?
Well, I’ve done better than the wimpy missionary. I actually have tried it, and I hate it, hate it, hate it. You will run across farangs (Westerners) over here who will claim they love it, but I’ve always looked at them suspiciously and considered them posers. The stuff is evil. Smells like someone died, and that’s just if it’s on a different floor from you. Seriously. Many hotels and airlines have banned the stuff on account of it’s rotten-corpselike odor.
I’m not in the habit of giving orders to the wife, but I have summarily banned durian from the home. I’ve told this story elsewhere on the Board before, but one time in the early years of our marriage, the wife and I lived in a small one-room efficiency. The bed was the centerpiece of the room, there was a refrigerator next to it, and we viewed TV and videos from the bed.
One day, we made the cross-city trek to see the wife’s parents, who were still alive then. This was before the Skytrain, when these things could take half a day. We returned home that evening, and unbeknownst to me my mother-in-law had given the wife some durian. It was wrapped in foil and sealed in a Tupperware bowl. When we got home, she put it inside the refrigerator. So it’s sealed in aluminum foil, a Tupperware bowl and a refrigerator. I still don’t know about it.
We watch a movie. Some ways into it, I begin noticing this awful, awful smell, subtle at first, but definitely putrid. I think it’s me! We keep watching the movie, and the smell just grows stronger. I’m thinking Man! I really need to take a shower. A little while later, I’m thinking the wife could actually divorce me, I’ve never smelled this bad before.
After the movie, I actually apologized for my smell and said I was off to take a shower. That’s when I learned about the durian, which was really stinking the place up at that point.
It’s been banned ever since.