I've encountered Stinking Bishop at close quarters in a friend's cottage and by common consent it was exiled to the end of the garden. I personally couldn't get close enough to it to try it. But I still treasure the memory of one trip home from my then home in Lyon, carrying a maturing Camembert made with unpasteurised milk. As I boarded a crowded train, I found that people made way for me and I was able to find a seat remarkably easily as all the neighbouring places were vacated rapidly.   My parents came home from an evening out after my arrival at their house, and said they knew before reaching the front door that I was there and had brought them the cheese ...it was kept in the garden shed, only being put in the house for meal times.
But it did taste exquisite.

Anne