I was cured of EVER wanting to eat durian when I served in the Peace Corps in the Philippines. I was in a "bus", you know, the kind that has handmade wooden construction from the windshield back, with only thin plywood for "windows" to raise when it rains. The kind with wooden seats spaced close enough for double amputees. The kind with pigs and chickens inside. The kind that break down most often in the rain.
Well this day it was raining, constantly, and I was in the bus with the "windows" closed. As we lurched down the dirt road I began to smell this gagging stench emanating from the front of the bus. Upon discreet inquiry I discovered two old ladies up front were eating fresh durian. As we bounced our way southward the stench got very bad and finally other Filipinos could no longer stand it either and requested that they toss the remains out the winhdow, which, thankfully, they did.
Meanwhile I'm now soaked B/C I had to open my "window" to breathe. But better soaked with rain than my own vomit.
So now I can't even abide durian candy (yes, they make that stuff) :(~.