As we were arriving home from Uwajimaya I asked Rakka if she smelled natural gas? No she said, it was just me.
So we get home. As we're taking stuff out of bags, she notices that one of the cream cookies she got were durian flavor.
She opens the durian cookies. Hey, she says, these smell like them too. She thrusts the bag at my nose so I can smell. Here is a quote about the odor:
"... its odor is best described as pig-shit, turpentine and onions, garnished with a gym sock. It can be smelled from yards away." -- Richard SterlingHe is correct. Rakka has wrapped it in 7 plastic bags, taken it out to the trash, and turned all the fans on. I can still smell it. She says she's gotten me back for all the kimchi I eat. I think she owes me, now. Oh my god it's bad.