What's the worst thing you've ever smelled?

The smell of impending death which I got a whiff of it when I visited a dying relative. It wasn't foul or putrid, but it really horrified me.

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Vegan sulfur poo.

Long time ago and toured the Medical Examiner's office. Bad enough seeing a head sliced open and pulled back like a box top - at least that was from about 30 feet away but the storage room of bodies to be claimed had a smell that didn't leave me for a long time.

I was literally traumatized by that visit.

A decomposing body. Seriously, there is nothing more nauseating than the sickly/sweet smell that permeates everything, clothing ect. The clothes that you are wearing must be thrown away because you will never remove the smell. It is so bad you always carry the memory of the hellish odor. I admire homicide detectives for being able to deal this all of the time. I could never do it. I could not eat meat for almost a month. My mother rented out some of her property and he was late with the rent, which was unusual for him. I volunteered to check on him and found him shot dead in the bathroom. He had been dead about three days in the hottest month here, August in Georgia. He had been arguing with his boyfriend and the boyfriend shot him.

@ R4 was posting at the same time. There really isn't way to describe it , is there? I have never smelled anything that compares at all. It smells evil, just ungodly. When I think of John Wayne Gacy living with 30 bodies in his crawl space, I can not fathom how he ate, slept. Jesus.

Same for me. Decomposing body. My roommate killed himself in the living room, in August. I had been on vacation for 2 weeks, and when I came home the stench when I opened the door was instant vomit. Needless to say, I didnt bother trying to salvage any furniture, or soft surface items.

A homeless man in a New York subway train, seriously,🤢😷

My dog ate some poop and then threw it up on my computer. That poop-vomit was the worst so far.

R7-- Sorry you had to find him, R9. Yes, everything was is a loss when someone dies and isn't found right away. That smell clings to everything. It never leaves.

Nothing sets off my disgust reflex than dairy going off. Anything close to the sell by date I don't even smell (I can't), just toss it.

You don't want to know.

I've also seen an autopsy by a medical examiner. "Unattended death." This guy had hung himself. The ME told me that the body had been discovered shortly after the hanging. I don't remember any bad smells. I do remember the smell of the power saw cutting through the skull (to remove the brain). That smelled like burning hair (saw / heat on skull bone).

Like R5 and R7. I worked for a very short time overseeing operations for a social services organization that included single room occupancy rooms and some independent living studio apartments for low income women, many of whom were older and disconnected from family. One older woman hadn’t been seen in two weeks, and didnt answer phone calls. I had to key in the cops to her apartment, where she had apparently died a couple weeks earlier and was rapidly decomposing in the July heat. The putrid stench that emerged was like nothing else.I had to throw out my clothes and put some of my colleague’s perfume under my nostrils to try to mask the residual smell. Her semi-liquified remains had soaked into the sofa she died on. We hired some company to dispose of all the furniture and deep clean the hard surfaces.

No, just no. Not strong enough for that. Blood has a smell of copper. Once I was working an ER shift as a student nurse. This man was in a very bad motorcycle accident . The doctor was examining his mangled fingers, saving the ones he could. The ones too destroyed to save he would drop them in a metal can. Can't save this one. Shame. THUMP! Hmmm, nope. THUMP! That is how loud it sounded in my brain, as I smelled blood and watched the severed fingers kerplunk into the can. I nearly had to be revived.

In 7th grade, for science class, I tried to sprout a russet potato. I stuck toothpicks in the potato and had it suspended over a jar of water. Bottom half of potato in the water. That potato never sprouted and the smells that came out of that potato were horrible. Hard to believe a potato or any vegetable could smell that bad.

My dog’s anal glands were swollen and had to be emptied. We were out of town and usually the groomer does it. Just the thought of that smell makes me gag.

Rotting smell form the feet of a young drug addict. 2nd was the unwashed shit smell from a bunch of homeless people on the subway.

Several of my recent bowel movements.

I had forgotten about some cooked rice I had leftover, and when I finally remembered it, the smell was so strong and overpowering. I had no idea rice could ever smell that bad. R17- OMG, yes. Our vet told me I could learn to that at home, myself. No, honey, no. Not as long as I have the money to pay you to do it. It does gag you,lol. The things we endure for them, lol.

At the airline counter, a woman checking in a trunk of various foods, going to Nigeria. Smelled like a combo of rotting fish and various oils, it was so pungent I had to run away into the back office to avoid vomiting. I'm still surprised people are allowed to check any type of foodstuffs as luggage.

When I was giving erotic massages, this eldergay had this house that smelt like dogs, garbage, and a bath house that hadn't been cleaned in years. I literally dry heaved why I entered the house. I pushed though it though, but absolutely stomach churning.

I went to a party at a good friend's house and a party guest brought her dog into the house. My friend has wood floors with an area rug. The dog started dragging its ass all over the rug and the party guest just acted like nothing was happening.

After the party, I was still there, and my friend's husband got down on his hands and knees with a wet cloth, trying to clean that rug.

I told my sister about it and she said that you need to squeeze something out of the dog's ass, blah blah blah. I've had dogs and had never seen a dog do that before.

Not sure why my friends didn't tell this party guest to take her dog outside.

As a kid, living next to a farm after the farmer just spread pig shit all over his farm land for fertilizer on a warm summer day. You can't get away from that smell unless you leave home and it lingers for days. We didn't have air conditioning but I doubt it would have made much difference.

Durian fruit. which has the pungent aroma of vomit mixed with rot. What was worse than the original smell was the belch my traveling parter had after eating it. Heated up by the human body the rot /vomit aroma just intensified beyond belief.

As to dead bodies: Being at cremation grounds in India and Nepal I worried that the smell of burning human flesh would smell like good barbecue. What would it say about me if I salivated to the smell or roasting human? The fact is we don't smell that appealing.

worse than pig shit is the smell of a dead hog that has bloated and then exploded in the hot sun. A sweet and meaty cloying poo-ish smell.

[quote] When I was giving erotic massages, this eldergay had this house that smelt like dogs, garbage, and a bath house that hadn't been cleaned in years. I literally dry heaved why I entered the house. I pushed though it though, but absolutely stomach churning.

That sounds disgusting, the dogs part alone. Sorry, dog owners, you need to stay on top of cleaning if you want dogs inside the house.

I joined an autopsy once. The corpse's smell was a mix of unprocessed alcohol and decaying flesh and blood. We had Vicks vapo rub under our nose which helped a bit.

This is when I recoil in the shower threads when men say they don't shower for a week and smell fresh as a summer's eve. You get used to your smell and environment, so you don't really know. Pets, stale piss, filth, and for those with carpeting, it absorbs every ounce of odor.

A dead body I & a friend found 56 years ago in a lake. The body had been in the lake for approximately 3 weeks. When they pulled it out it was bloated so badly it had split open. But I'll never forget that horrible smell.

This smell is hard to describe but it is truly awful. I moved into this nasty ass building once and my first week there suddenly noticed an awful smell that was like burning plastic but…really awful. I can’t really explain it. Turns out it was a canister of roach killer that had leaked.

On that note, the smell of roaches is pretty awful too.

Finally, a guy I had the misfortune of sitting next to in law school smelled like decaying meat dropped down a mildewy well.

When I was in nursing school, I went to the coroner's lab where the did the autopsies. Apparently they were a bit behind schedule, because there were a lot of corpses lying around in plain view, one had even had a green abdomen which I though indicated enough decomposition to explain the smell.

Yes, THE SMELL. The overwhelming, sick-sweet odor of decomposition, and I don't know if it was coming from the waiting list, or the drains in the floor. Yes, I saw an autopsy and while they put all the bits into the abdomen and sewed it up afterwards, there had been plenty of drips.

This is a magnificent thread. Pure DL.

I'll add to the list: my own farts after I eat onions. (or broccoli)

Kim's Queefs!

My anal glands burst on the living room rug last month. I can’t seem to get the odor out.

Drakkar Noir

Decomposing body. There's nothing worse. It's foul in ways I can't even describe, and it clings.

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My ex-husband, Peter, would eat sardines and then dutch oven me. It smelled PUTRID!

Rancid beef. We were gone for two weeks and the fridge/freezer died. We could smell the rancid meat when we opened the front door.

I have read about the Vicks Vapor Rub trick in other contexts and they sometimes mention it in crime series like CSI. But you'd have to know in advance that you're going to encounter a dead body - it's not as though we all carry a jar of vicks vapor rub around in our cars just on the off chance that we'll encounter a decomposing body that day. Yes to rotten potatoes. ICK. I own a rental house, and when I evicted one tenant, she had had her power turned off and had puppies that had the run of the house and pooped in every nick and cranny. The refrigerator smelled like death and the house was in awful shape. I found a Russian handyman that was willing to tackle it. When we approached the house, I handed him a painter's mask. He looked at me like I was crazy, but grabbed it quickly when I opened the door. We have laughed about that moment many times since. However, he once was asked to clean up a house where a person had died undiscovered for weeks. He said NEVER AGAIN. He vomited and he said there was nothing you could do to remove the smell because the liquified remains had seeped between the floor boards etc.

RancidBeef is Betty White's Tinder screen name.

[quote] Drakkar Noir

80s heresy

Vicks is also used on horses in parades. Riders put Vicks under the horse's nose so they aren't alarmed by the scent of other animals, especially if the parade includes any big cats.

The smell all throughout NYC downtown the night after 9/11. Like burning flesh and wires.

The trash chute at Schnuck’s

When I was a kid we lived for a time in the country - think horse farms and cattle ranches. A drunk drove off the road, thru a fence and crashed right into a cow. The farmer never bothered to get the cow up (our neighbors had a cow die and used a tractor to cart it off) and it bloated to twice its size and the smell! We would hold our noses for like 30 seconds and speed to escape it.

One time we smelled “death” as we drove past this creek area on our road. We all agreed it smelled different - and kid me exclaimed “It smells like a chocolate covered dead animal. When I was older, I realized that the scent was what people who smelled decomposing bodies describe. It was sickly sweet and a little traumatizing.

Someone probably dumped a body out there...

R47 greetings fellow St. Louisan

Jabba's threads about Janet.

Chitterlings. Once in a Church basement kitchen. Nearly vomited.

I used to be a church organist. The basement of a church in Chicago’s Back of the Yards neighborhood near Bubbly Creek. That stock yard smell of barnyard, slaughterhouse (think blood, death, decay, rotting meat) and damp basement still has the ability to make me nearly throw up.

It’s a toss-up between the hospital where my cousin almost managed to suicide, the smoke of the pyres that burned all the euthanised livestock during the Foot & Mouth outbreak (early-mid 2000s), or Givenchy Organza. All deeply disturbing and existentially dread-inducing to me.

[quote] As a kid, living next to a farm after the farmer just spread pig shit all over his farm land for fertilizer

I’ve had townie friends express amusement and amazement that I can instantly differentiate between the different kinds of shit used for muckspreading on the fields or. You aren’t really country if after one whiff you can’t tell the difference between cow, pig, and chicken shit.

[quote] Chitterlings. Once in a Church basement kitchen. Nearly vomited.

One of Jeffrey Dahmer's neighbors (apartment building) compared the bad smell emanating from his apartment to the smell of chitterlings.

Yes- Chicken shit has the least stank- an almost friendly odor.

Not worst as it the smell itself, but worst in what I associate the smell with: lower Manhattan for the month after 9/11. If I ever have to smell that again, I will definitely be sick.

A shuffling junkie was walking through a CVS (then Arbor Drugs) parking lot in the dead of summer when she, in a daze, dropped her pants and emptied a baseball-sized puss filled abscess that was on her leg onto the asphalt. It splattered against the ground with the force of a garden hose. I will never forget the aroma which wafted through the parked car that day. She pulled her pants back up, soiled, and walked into the store. I can’t imagine the smell that filled the drugstore. This was in the early 90s and I still can smell it to this day.

"This was in the early 90s and I still can smell it to this day."

You might want to see a doctor.

My dog once grabbed and ate a dead rat before I could get it out of her mouth. I brought her to the vet, he checked her out, and just said "let it pass." Well, it "passed" via explosive diarrhea in the middle of the night. I woke up to the most god-awful stench I have ever smelled.

Whenever I visit my parents, they usually send he home with a bag of random stuff. One time in particular, I *assumed* the bag they gave me just had paper products, paper towel, toilet paper, tissues, etc... My mom neglected to mention she put a pack of ground beef and a half gallon of milk at the very bottom of the bag. When I got home, I just chucked the whole bag into my hallway closet. Weeks later, there was an unbearable stench coming from it and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the hell it could be. I took everything out of the closet, and that's when I found out what it was. The milk was so spoiled, the lid popped off the bottle.

UH...R7. Your roommate killed themselvers and you found the body? 2 Weeks later. Can you elaborate?

^can you NOT

^Can YOU NOT not

Another vote for potato. I can't say I know what a dead body smells like, but NO way it could smell worse.

Who knew?

I still can't get it out of my nostrils.

R25 When I saw the thread title that was my first thought (other than the obvious decomposing bodies). I was in Singapore and heard conversations about Durian and a festival even? People always looked sheepish and joked about the horrible smell. Then one day I was at a house, they cut open a Durian and tried to get me to eat a slice. The smell really is monumental.

Surstromming - I ate it too.

It is unreal. I used to have relatives in Sweden that lived near where it is made and there's a festival in August in the city center. We ran down the street away from it.

There is nothing NOTHING that can compare to this. Eating excrement would be a nutty treat compared to this.

[quote] Decomposing body. My roommate killed himself in the living room, in August. I had been on vacation for 2 weeks, and when I came home the stench when I opened the door was instant vomit. Needless to say, I didnt bother trying to salvage any furniture, or soft surface items.

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[quote]or soft surface items.

R68, So, your life size Elvis velvet tapestry over the sofa had to go?

Fatty pink slim enriched daddy's bowel movements. That's why we ask him to flush 15 times before he leaves the bathroom.

R69 I'm seeing dogs playing poker.

R7, He could have been more considerate and offed himself in the bathroom, easier to clean.

The smell of gangrene wasn’t as bad as the cunt truck.

I worked for Jesus in Gary, IN right after 9/11 and local motels periodically sent a truck of donations packed in huge contractor bags. They simply shoveled debris off the floors of weekly rentals into bags. We employees had to go through the bags for contraband or anything that might tempt clients to sin - heavily stretched thongs, porn VHS tapes, dildos, drugs, etc.

The clothing marinated in the bags so t-shirts with shit stains stuck to fake fur halter tops stuck to granny panties. The scent stayed in the upper regions of my nose long after I’d bathed.

Fucking hell, r73 I am sure you don't want to relive this more, but I would really like to hear...um...more...what it was like for you back then.. Were there anything you could call "better" or was it all a bag of shit?

Huge hugs to you. That must have been horrific. My apologies for asking for more detail

R74, all the clothing was bailed to be sold off to poor countries by weight.

Burnable DVDs were just becoming common. The amateur porn was a riot - the people who were fucking argued with the cameraman who was giving directions and commentary, grunts and farts, tons of stretch marks on the women.

My father and I were hiking through the woods and came across a dead deer. We could smell it before we saw it. It was ungodly. I'll never forget it.

Friend A and I went on vacation and stayed with Friend B, who was a slob. Friend A said she could not relax unless we first cleaned up Friend B's apartment.

Lo and behold, a dead mouse, lying (stomach down) on the bedroom floor, fully decomposed. It looked like a flat pelt, hollowed eye sockets, a mini-bearskin rug. I don't know how Friend B never noticed the smell.

Hákarl - Icelandic fermented shark meat. I wanted to try it out of curiosity when I was in Iceland. Officially it wasn't on the menu of the high end traditional restaurant we went to in Akureyri but the restaurant staff said that they would serve some to me as an amuse bouche if I didn't mind stepping outside since "some of the patrons may find the smell objectionable". I took them up on the offer and came to regret it. It had the texture of an old eraser with the heady smell of ammonia.

Though, a Swedish friend told me that surströmming, the Swedish fermented Baltic herring, is even worse and he also tasted hàkarl. It made me curious to try it, I have to admit.

I smelled YOU

I had a cyst in a very unfortunate place in my upper back that I couldn’t reach, so I couldn’t adequately care for it. Therefore it kept getting infected and re-infected. When a doctor drained the pus, the smell was putrid. This saga went on for about a year and it ended up leaving a permanent scar.

Rotting corpse.

There was an apartment building at the corner of my street when I was a kid. I passed it on my way to and from school multiple times. The building was decrepit but just a few older folks were holding out as tenants in it.

I began to notice a bad odor coming out of it and it got to be so bad I would cross the street to avoid walking too close. I told my mom about it. A few weeks later it was spring and we had our windows open. Despite the fact that we were 6 or 700 feet from the corner we smelled that sweetly foul odor.

Then the odor was gone.

Later that month my uncle, who was a cop, came over to visit. He said an old lady had died and was rotting in the building. She had basically liquified and was a pile of rotting organs swarming with maggots when the police went in.

I worked at Frito-Lay one summer during college. The warehouse end of the plant where potatoes were stored was unbelievably bad smelling. When potatoes rot, they smell like decomposing flesh.

But the most foul smell I have ever encountered was during a visit to my grandparents. They operated a farm and their nearest neighbor was having a big get together that we went to. The neighbors raised hogs and every time I went there, the pig sty always turned my stomach. This August afternoon, there was a dead hog in the sty and the other hogs were eating it. I have no idea how long it was dead, but you could smell it from a hundred yards away. Seeing a hog eat another hog's body really fucked my head up. The smell? I will never forget it.

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Calling...CHERYL!

Sister told me once she was sitting next to a guy on the bus and he had a septum ring, he was pulling at the ring and some flake bits fell out and she got a full face waft of the smell that came out right after. When she told me this I instantly started gagging. Just thinking about the second-hand smell did me in.

Another sister told me a lady decided to change a diaper on an overly crowded bus, the smell of diarrhoea baby poo was on both ends of the bus.

I've had some rancid experience with people on buses myself, but pretty mild in comparison.

R83 Thanks for the memory prompt.. My first job was in a pea canning factory. My job as the new guy was to spot cans of peas that had not cooked all the way through. Basically look for bulging cans where the botulism toxin was growing/fermenting. Eventually the fermented peas would explode with the most concentrated 'pea' essence you could imagine. I lasted three days.

r60 wins.

A dead dog under a viaduct in the city.

A rotten egg that fell out of the refrigerator. We had a fridge that had an egg rack built in the door.

Cookies

Every human smell is worse than any dog smell

As an ROTC cadet in college, I had to attend field training in San Antonio the summer before my junior year. It’s basically a shortened version of boot camp for college students who will commission as officers in the military, and in the last week we had to go out to the field for a 3 day exercise. During that time there were no showers available, so only the people with enough foresight to bring baby wipes could clean themselves up.

Texas heat + young men = disaster.

When you’re outside, the smell of hundred of unmatched guys really wasn’t very noticeable. However, at the end of the exercise we traveled back to our dorms and were told we had 10 minutes to clean up and be back down in our business casual uniform. I will never forget the disgusting smell of the shower bay as long as I live. It smelled so disgusting, and only having enough time to barely get wet meant the smell didn’t go away until the following day (after we had time in the evening for a proper shower).

1. Venison in my basement freezer that some idiot had unplugged months before. And it was a hot summer's day when I opened that freezer.

2. Stinky tofu at a Taipei night market

When it stinks so bad you gotta smell it over and over again. pig!

r7 Oh, dear! Did you lose your deposit?

Marjorie Taylor Greene's pussy

Lauren Boebert’s breath after she left a private meeting with Marjorie Taylor Green.

New Jersey

I didn't let it bother me, really.

Choices.

I was leaving to go on holiday (vacation) for a month and poured leftover milk in the sink as the taxi arrived to take us to the airport, I got distracted and didn't turn the tap on to wash it down.

The house stunk like a sewer for a week on our return.

I took my Great Dane cross out hiking and he ate a bunch of cow shit. That night his farts were lethal. Thank goodness I could leave all the windows open.

My sister was moving to another state and my friend and I volunteered to drive the moving van, with her car on a trailer. Given her single digit IQ, she decided to pack all the meat in her freezer into a chest cooler and put it in the front seat of her car. It was a two day drive in the scorching sun.

When we got there, she wanted the furniture and stuff in the truck unloaded first so she could return the U-Haul. The next afternoon, she remembered the cooler. I laugh to this day at the recollection of the horrid stench when she opened the door of her car. Not only did all the meat thaw and spoil, she forgot to close the plug in the cooler. The rancid "juice" spilled all over the carpeting.

She offered us to use her car that night to go out. We got about two block away before we returned to her new house. She said she tried to sell the car some weeks later, but nobody would buy it.

I've never smelled a decomposing body before so I'll have to go with this:

[quote]A homeless man in a New York subway train, seriously,

I refer to that smell as homeless blanket smell or dog blanket smell (similar). Noticed it when someone tried "airing out" their dogs stuff outside my apartment once. Vomit inducing.

In 5th grade we had to dissect a lamb’s lung-in the cafeteria, natch! They gave us straws to use to inflate the lung. Poor Rob M inhaled instead of exhaled & sucked up some lung juice & promptly threw up. The smell of both was so bad I just pretended to use the straw but just let it hang in my mouth.

R58 wins. I will never be able to scrub that foul and tragic image from my mind.

R81 that brings back memories of the anal fistula I developed, about six years back. Only the pain—like being carved open with a hot knife through nerves— was worse than the awful pus smell. Thank goodness it healed on its own (though it took several agonising and embarrassing weeks), because the surgery to fix a fistula is dicey and mildly torturous at best.

again, I say: my farts

A friend of mine checked into a psych ward a few days ago, and left their cat with me. The litter box is currently residing in my living room because I'm in an apartment. It's fairly large, but there really isn't anywhere in here that it's not going to smell. I've smelled worse, but this is disgusting.

We were on a train from Istanbul to Bulgaria, and had a compartment. It was warm and very humid, so most people in our car left their doors open during the day, unless they were napping or whatever. (Its not something I usually do, but it was actually quite interesting, as people would say hello as they went past, or stop and talk for a minute. But I digress). The doors stayed open, until our "Steward" came on in Bulgaria. He was a morbidly obese, middle-aged, unshaven, greasy pig, who reeked of filthy clothes and dirty ass. You could almost see the cloud of stench hovering about him as he walked through the car. He had a very easy shift, because no-one summoned him for anything, and I'm sure everyone made-up their own beds that night. Putrid.

Ahem.

[quote]Drakkar Noir

Eau de 17th and P Streets NW as gay men walked from JR's to the bars on the other side of Dupont Circle and back, Friday and Saturday nights, all through the 1980s and '90s.

R110, I plead guilty. I wore it, but really for only 2 or 3 years in the 80s. As I think I said previously in this thread, to criticize it would have been heresy.

By the way, R110, hilarious to call it "Eau de 17th & P Street"! I'm a little older so my nights were spent on the other side of the Circle (P St. around 21st/23rd Sts - the Frat House and Badlands). It's nice to remember those times.

White Diamonds

Okay, I think we're full up on the rotting human flesh stories, thanks.

There ain’t nuthin like male cat piss!

my partner for 20 years does not know how to cook. Early in our relationship, i was working and asked him to get ground beef out of the freezer, and defrost it in the microwave, so we could eat dinner later. When i came home, the whole house had this horrible, burning stench of raw meat. Somehow, he managed to burn the frozen meat in the microwave. It stuck to the bottom of the glass turntable. i had to throw the microwave away. There was no way the smell would ever go away. After that, i never asked him for any help with dinner. (and to this day, i do not defrost meat in the microwave)

[quote]I'm a little older so my nights were spent on the other side of the Circle (P St. around 21st/23rd Sts - the Frat House and Badlands).

I'm so old, R112, I remember when the Frat House was the Reading Gaol (a straight bar, ironically).

Guy who sat next to me at theater. It's like he hadn't bathed for a year.

I find Marijuana smoke to be as nasty as skunk spray.

R110- Back in the mid to late 1990's I wore a cologne called Jovian Musk for Men.

The stench of an office frau who never showered before work (she told us all she bathed at night, but she was so oily she'd be filthy by morning.

AND she smoked cheap cigs and reeked of them

AND you could smell when she was on her period, to the point it would make you gag.

No offense, R120, but so did my straight brother.

Then Oscar would have probably avoided it, R117, even if it was an establishment for gentlemen. But, Oscar being Oscar, maybe not.

Do you recall Bill McKinley ever dropping in?

R123 edit: ...even if it had been an establishment for gentlemen.

R118, It wasn't me, was it?

When I was 19 in 1979 I got a job across town. I didn't have a car so I had to take the bus. Back then the buses weren't air conditioned and had vinyl seats. One time I got on in the middle of summer and the bus was full and there was only like 1/3 of a seat next to some fat frau cunt. She dings the bell about a mile later and I went to slide over after she was gone but I looked down at the seat first and it's a good thing I did.

There was this triangle of condensed sweat that had built up on the seat while she'd been riding the bus. As it evaporated this absolutely nauseating putrid stench came wafting up at everyone on the bus. It smelled like rotten pussy and unwashed ass and fermented sweat. You could tell as it spread through the bus because everyone started covering their noses and opening the windows even more than they had been before.

Kouros by Yves Saint Laurent, I can smell it from 20 yards away.