A much-maligned fruit, the durian, is viewed by many with great amusement, while its devotees quietly consume as much as they can. The smell, apparently, is the offensive part, and most descriptions include words related to sewage. The fruit inside the spiky exterior has been extolled as smooth and custardy, and is, for fans, an addictive food.
On a recent night walk, the subject came up (don’t ask), and it turned out that my companion had eaten fresh durian in Malaysia. I was assured that the frozen ones available in Asian markets did not have the odor, and the fruit not that inferior to the real thing.
Doing a little more online research, I see that some people detect a garlic/onion/ham essense in the taste. I’m having some trouble imagining this in a fruit.
Sometime soon, I will buy one, and check it out. If it fails to enchant my taste buds, at least I’ll have something weighty and seriously weapon-like to heave at the squirrels methodically digging in all my containers of flowers and seedling tomatoes.

