Well, they didn’t confiscate my goods, but it was good for a laugh anyway.
We were coming back from Paris, where we had purchased a malodorous Pont Leveque cheese at the Charles de Gaulle airport. We knew it would be unrefrigerated for several hours, so we wrapped it in several plastic bags, put it in our suitcase, and hoped for the best. When we had to fill out cards on what we were bringing back to the States, we wrote in that we were packing a cheese. This got us inspected by customs, who wanted to know all about where the cheese came from, was it raw milk, did we go to a farm to buy it, etc. As they questioned us, they unwrapped the plastic and received a full-face blast of eye-watering eau de Pont Leveque, released from several hours of entrapment in the warm luggage bin. They abruptly stopped their questioning, hastily rewrapped the cheese and gave it back to us, and waved us on through. They were a little green around the gills, I thought. Wimps.