Durians In Flight

To gormandize upon the fungal billowing of its noisome mustiness, beguiles many to munch upon its earthy reek. A creamy white meatiness enchants taste buds to pillage pale fetid delights, while a gluttonous well-being permeates through every orifice. Before they were banned from overhead storage Durians ruled the sky. Air sickness or a stomach churning turbulence were deemed more desirable than than those choking emissions wafting from their pulpy substance. High above the Indian ocean passengers overcome by the funk demanded parachutes. Some renounced their white privilege or fell to their knees to pray for breathing masks to drop. Even when disembarked, cabs would not carry them fearing the lingering grip of clammy odors. While still in their departure lounges hardened Limburger eaters grew pale, trembling at the thought of flying unprotected from that most redolent of fruits, the mighty all-pervading Durian.