Durian (The King of Fruits)

If you have never had the pleasure of coming across this fruit, most people, for me the best way to describe it, is by its nick name. “Skinkie Fruit”

When by girlfriend and I went to Thailand for the first time together, we stayed at a hotel, a nice 4 star hotel, we stayed there for a few days before going to her mums. Now, I was in the lobby, alone, in the hotel and looking around, while my good lady was out doing some food shopping. It was a big surprise when I came into our room, and I thought an animal had died. The smell was awful, it’s hard to describe, but, good old Wikipedia describes the smell as :-
“The edible flesh emits a distinctive odour that is strong and penetrating even when the husk is intact. Some people regard the durian as having a pleasantly sweet fragrance; others find the aroma overpowering and revolting. The smell evokes reactions from deep appreciation to intense disgust, and has been described variously as rotten onions, turpentine, and raw sewage. The persistence of its odour has led to the fruit’s banishment from certain hotels and public transportation in Southeast Asia.“

Sounds yummy he he

It turns out, by girlfriend, having been years away from her beloved country, yearned for this one and only fruit, so decided to pop out and get some. She walked passed all the signs, one in the front door, and one at the lifts, with a picture of the Durian and words “Not permitted”

To her benefit the pieces of durian she did have, did not last long, in fact she was licking her lips when I walked into the room. The only problem was the smell took a lot, lot longer to go than the actual fruit.
On our second trip back, my good lady, again without me knowing, sneaked half a durian into our car, put it in the boot on the way home. Needless to say it didn’t take me long to discover this misdemeanour, as the, well wrapped half fruit, odours managed to do their well-rehearsed escape and evasion and got into the car. It took about a day, of all the car doors opened at her mum’s house for the smell to dissipate. I will be printing signs for this offender not to be brought into our new nice, brand new smelling home.
I have a theory, the durian has spiky and a tough skin for a reason. To be left alone.

(Oh by the way, no I have no idea what it taste like, I still have difficulty smelling it in the same room, never mind putting it under the same nose that hates it 20 feet away. )

 

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