I was introduced to Noni fruit in the garden at Angel Notion where the Diabetes Clinic takes place. Christina, who helps me in the kitchen, is the gardener. She picked a couple of these wonders for me, saying they were not quite ripe yet, but when tender (like an avacado) they could be peeled and blended with orange juice as a magic cure for almost anything. I dutifully took them home, stopping on the way at Aurora’s juice bar to ask her opinion on the method of preparation. She warned me that, when ripe, they smell awful and taste like vomit. Thus warned I gave away one of the fruits and left the second to ripen. In three days the smell alone was so awful that I could not bring myself to eat the thing, even just a quarter of the fruit blended with quantities of delicious flavors. There are tablets or capsules of noni available and I guess that will have to be my method of consumption. Perhaps just the resolve to eat such lovely, yet revolting, fruit is enough to make one healthy.