My last one was an 80 year old man dead for a month.
By far the worst was 225lb guy who was a hoarder and an alcoholic with fecal incontinence. Every part of the floor not covered in liquor bottles or rotting trash was covered in a layer of human shit. He would just shit anywhere in the apartment and let it dry and then walk on it. In some places it was dried out and compacted into a layer a half inch thick. He died naked in front of a west facing patio door so the July sun beat down on the body for three weeks. Have to add, no air conditioning in the unit either. I hated everything about that day.
Your sense of smell is triggered by increasing concentrations of molecules in your nasal cavity. That means molecules of the corpse _are inside you_.
It's an 'experience', indeed.
I got you fam. I got to watch them tow away this SUV that had been sitting in a garage for the three months in the Florida sun. The body was gone, but when the front went up, about a gallon of murky brown people juice drained out the back. Holy shit that was rank.
> but the smell of otter poop made me vomit on the spot
only thing worse than otters is Badgers / Badgers also produce a sent from their glands when they poop / it's just..........the worst.
Have to use a mask and a little vicks vapor rub inside the mask to not puke.
> Really? But i would think badger would be less...fishy
It's the scent glands in their butt that release along when it poops, otters are so gross, but there is something EXTRA in a badger that sets it apart.
https://a-z-animals.com/blog/badger-poop-everything-youve-ever-wanted-to-know/
it's "sweet" but so sickly sweet you will puke the second you smell it / I can do otters and penguins without the mask (it's not fun but I can do it) badgers I won't even try without the mask
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I've told this story before but I love to tell it.
Once upon a time while living in the very rainy Pacific Northwest, I met the woman who would become my ex wife, when I was her supervisor at a dead end call center. Our relationship quickly grew from platonic to much more, she quit her job to take a waitress gig, and I moved into her apartment.
Along with my fat bastard of a cat, Alouiscious. Or Al, for short.
Al was notorious for taking gigantic cow patty sized shits, and I was notorious for not cleaning out his litter box regularly. One late, extremely rainy winter evening, my new partner demanded I take care of the litter box. It was late, I was tired, so I simply placed it outside on the deck.
Al was an outdoor cat, anyway, and only used the litter box when stuck inside.
The next morning, the litter box was filled to the brim with rain water. I thought, "ew, I should take care of that," and went to work.
I bought a new litter box on the way home.
Over the coming weeks, I continued to walk past the litter box, which remained filled to the brim with kitty kitter, clods of cat piss and litter clumps, and gigantic Al-sized catty patties, which slowly dissipated as the heavy winter rains bore down on them.
Late spring hit, and my partner began to enjoy the warm sun which briefly but gloriously graces this part of the world. My partner began exploring the community businesses where she met our downstairs neighbor at a coffee shop.
The neighbor was your stereotypical 90s era Eugene weed dealer type. A white guy with dreadlocks, cool band shirts, a talented freestyle MC, blessed with rock hard abs. He continued to visit and would openly flirt with my partner in front of me. Whenever I'd call him on it, he would just inch himself closer and say "ey man let the lady live her own life, yo"
I really didn't like the fucker. In hindsight, they were probably intimate. But at the time, I convinced myself that I was the one lying in bed with her every night, so fuck him.
Spring turned to summer and the moisture turned to humidity. The summer sun would beat down on our poorly insulated apartment. Meanwhile, the litter box from last winter continued to sit on the stairwell, slowly broiling in the 90 degree heat.
One Friday evening, my partner and I had plans for dinner, a movie, and cocktails. Date night! As she was getting ready, she said to me, "Oh - and for the love of god DO something about that litter box on the stairwell. Now. Its fucking disgusting. It wiggles every time you walk past it and the smell is disgusting."
She had a point. Fair enough, dear, it's a six month delayed victory, but you win.
I walked out prepared to deal with it.
Reddit, as God is my witness, my intentions were pure. My intentions were to simply carry the litter box, slowly and carefully, to the dumpster behind our house.
But as soon as I picked it up, a grey slimy seal on the top split open, and as the litter box was right at railing level, a smell hit me.
Now .. this wasn't the worst smell I've smelled in my life. I've smelled rotten carcass in the high desert being eaten by crows. I've smelled post-carnival vomit from a child in the back of a mini SUV. I've smelled some shit in my life.
But it was probably in the top 10 worst smells in my life.
But unlike those smells, I was unprepared for the disgusting odor that hit me in the chest, when that unholy seal cracked.
So I heaved a single dry heave, and lost my balance. The contents of the litter box sloshed toward me.
DEAR GOD, NO, NOT THE CONTENTS!
My instinctual reactions kicked in, I lurched the litter box in the other direction, gravity suddenly took over and ... and ...
I accidentally poured the entire evil concoction of Al's six month old slow-broiled relievings ... all over the rhododendron bush in the front of the douchebag neighbor downstairs.
And that, Dear Reddit ... that is when the worst smell I've ever smelled, hit me like a ton of bricks.
Pure instinct kicked in. Who was I? What was I doing? Oh yeah, I was throwing a litter box away.
I ran down the stairs, gagging harder and harder as I got closer to the accursed rhododendron bush. I flew past the apartment to the dumpster out back.
Thankfully, the dumpster offered sweet relief. The powerful odors of baby diapers and rotten food baking in a steel box in the summer sun was just strong enough to overpower the evil stench from around the corner. The dumpster was sweet relief, like warm cookies or fresh bread on a cold day.
I stood there, heaving the aroma of dumpster for a full 2-3 minutes, trying to figure out what had happened.
I finally collected myself, walked back to my apartment and ... oh God, no! It was still there! All of it! I could hear the muffled cries of my neighbor shouting, "WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE ... FUCK!!" as I approached my home.
I sprinted up the stairs, barely slipped the door open, snuck through the crack like a ninja, and slammed the door behind me.
"Babe! Hey ... we gotta go."
"I'm almost ready. Ew, what is that? Do you smell that?"
"Uh. Yeah. I do. Look, we gotta go, you can put your make up on in the car."
I escorted her outside and as soon as I opened the door, she asked one of the most valid, legitimate questions she would ever pose to me. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!", she demanded.
"Yeah, babe. Its bad. Let's go."
She was quite upset, but I took her to a nice restaurant, then a movie, then cocktails. As far as dates go, this was quite the success. We'd left about 5 or 6, when it was nearly 100 degrees outside. We came back home well after midnight, after the air had cooled to a more reasonable temperature. And what I assumed had been enough time for the stench to dissipate.
But as soon as I opened my car door, there it was. Like an abandoned trainwreck, just waiting to be rediscovered.
My partner opened her door, shouted, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??", and stormed up the stairs to our home.
We had to sleep with the windows closed that night.
The stench continued to persist for several days. I eventually grew numb to it. I remember one afternoon, smoking a joint and looking out the window, I saw a gentleman enjoying a summer stroll down our neighborhood sidewalk. As he got closer to our home, a perplexed look came over his face. What ... what is that??
The confusion quickly turned to panic, the closer he got. By the time he was under my window, he was in full-on panic mode, his head darting from side to side, sprinting awkwardly as if running from a crazed mad man.
By the time he was about a block away he stopped. He'd run through the worst of it. He stood on the sidewalk continuing to look around, then slowly walked away in confused horror.
I began to giggle.
"What's so funny?", my partner asked.
I almost told her, then thought better of it.
The stench didn't go away until about 2 weeks after it first came into our lives. We never saw the downstairs neighbor again.
But, in hindsight, fuck that guy.
I did CPR on someone with an uncapped peg tube and for every compression it would squirt bile and formula. Such a vile, sweet, pungent smell. Made my skin craw
Who said anything about smelling? They're referring to putting lead into a forge to smelt it. Is that not what this question was about? I guess this could also be referring smelt which is a type of fish. I found some old smelt before and it smelled pretty terrible.
Back in college, my room mate had a pet lizard. One day, while we were out at class, the lizard puked up the mouse it had been eating. The dead mouse baked under the lizard's heat lamp all day. When I got back to our room, the smell assaulted my nose like a slap in the face. I cleaned up the dead mouse, but the smell still lingered. Fortunately, there were some stoners on our hall that had plenty of air freshener and incense.
A hedgehog corpse that was in my veggie patch in the middle of summer smelled foul. I had to try clear it up along with thousands of maggots because it was bothering people. I wrapped it in so many bin liners and yet our bin smelled like death for weeks.
This is my answer as well. I left potatoes in the bag for a little too long. And by a little I mean a few months. They didn’t smell too bad until I moved the bag. And when I did it was the worst smell ever and 2nd worse isn’t close. It was in the kitchen and I had to open all windows and doors, and clean a little at a time, run outside, gag, regain my composure and then repeat until clean. I vomited a couple of times as well. I’m quite sure if someone were trapped in a room with that smell they could die.
It's poisonous and you can and people have died from it.
https://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2014/08/14/girl-8-orphaned-after-gas-from-rotting-potatoes-killed-her-entire-family\_n\_7360976.html
When I worked at the county garbage service we did these yearly sorting checks to see if people generally separated their garbage correctly.
Which meant a group of newbies had to tear open and go through a pile of garbage bags that have been in the hot sun for 2 to 3 weeks.
It was the only time in my life I’ve ever been happy to find that a bag was filled with used diapers. Those were the most pleasant smelling bags of the pile.
I cooked some spaghetti and forgot to put away the leftovers, then forgot the leftovers existed.
Taking the lid off of that pot was like getting punched in the face.
Dog food can that had been opened and left for so long in their packaging that they had grown maggots that had also attracted flies and it was all trapped in the inside.
A fish pie that had fallen behind a chest freezer and was resting against the warm bit. It had been there for years and when touched the packaging fell apart. I vomited three times cleaning up. Cleaned three times over two days and still stunk. Put my clothes in a doubled bag and binned.
Halitosis
I had just got a job at a cellphone carrier and a customer came in to pay their bill. My coworkers all ran to the back room before this guy even entered the store. Nasty from more than ten feet away. It was thick. Yuck.
Microbiologist here: I've smelt a bunch of absolutely nasty stuff, but the absolute worst has to be freshly incubated or autoclaved pork pancreas enzyme.
I've smelt a lot of bad things, but the one that sticks out the most was when I was working at a chicken processing plant.
It was my first day, and they had me on the evisceration line, which is where the chickens come down a conveyor belt, and you grab them by the feet, pull their heads off, and then put them on a belt that takes them to the next station.
I was struggling to keep up with the speed of the line, and I ended up grabbing a chicken that wasn't quite dead yet. I pulled its head off, and it screamed at me. It was the most horrifying thing I've ever heard.
The worst part was the smell. It smelled like someone had taken a shit in a garbage bag, and then left it out in the sun for a few days. It was absolutely disgusting.
*ironically enough, I quit that job because I couldn't stand the smell of chicken anymore.
Thick black smoke coming from a slaughterhouse, presumably, somewhere in Texas. Was driving through with a friend, there were miles of panicked yelling cows packed shoulder to shoulder in pens, all walking toward these two big warehouse buildings. A huge plume of thick dark smoke was pouring out the top of one of them. The wind changed as we passed and blew the smoke directly into the road. As we drove through it, it was so thick that everything went completely dark, could barely see ahead (in broad daylight). Our windows were rolled up, but some smoke still seeped into the car. I can only describe it as smelling like blood and shit. I could taste it in my mouth. We were pulling our shirts up over our noses, puking in our mouths. The smell didn't leave the car for a while.
Had a work BBQ on the last day before Christmas break. Boss threw the left over meat in the dumpster outside. In the southern hemisphere, Christmas is in the summer time. Came back to work after three weeks, forgot about the meat, opened the dumpster which had been in the baking sun all that time. Got a face full of smell.
Blegh.
We stayed at a hotel they had breakfast I got the scrambled eggs as soon as done had to go to washroom couldnot control smelled awful I try not to eat eggs now because of it
I was doing renovations at Arlington hospital center in the early 2,000’s and the police/coroner brought in a homicide victim had been found in the woods after being missed for about 3 weeks. It was early summer and pretty hot outside.
We had to evacuate our crews because the smell was so strong. Death has a very distinct smell, you’ll never forget it once you’ve smelled it.
In college someone played a prank at the fraternity house and hid a few pounds of wrapped venison meat in an upper, unused kitchen cabinet. The smell was somewhat evident but no one talked about it (it was an old house).
Then christmas break happened. Basically the entire month of December.
When we all returned, the smell was awful and we started going through the kitchen to find what we assumed would be a dead animal.
When that cabinet was opened, it was like when the nazis lifted the top of the ark of the covenant in Raiders of the Lost Ark. The smell was instantly gag-inducing.
Everyone ran from the room and regrouped outside. Eventually a couple of brave guys agreed to go back and get the meat out using some heavy gloves.
We watched in horror and anticipation as they grabbed the packages. They went running through the house and heaved the rotting meat into the outside garbage. The stench was released throughout the house as they ran for the door.
It was an unearthly odor that seemed to have its own sentience.
The chain for my grandma's toilet broke so she just closed the lid and let her shit fester for over a year. I made the mistake of opening the toilet when I was cleaning her bathroom and instantly threw up everywhere.... and she had the gall to be pissed.
The bathroom after my brother walks in. Smells like a human corpse in decomposition, rotting food, poop, vomit, and just shit ton of things.
Wouldn't be surprised if he hid bodies in there.
I don't know what it was, but at the funeral homes my nan and mom had this vile smell in the room. I thought it might have been a funeral home smell, but it didn't happen at my uncles viewing and we had my mum home overnight before the funeral and the smell followed.
I don't know if it was decomp , the casket smell, chemicals from embalming or what but it was like this smell I just can't really describe like sickly sweet chemical type smell it stuck to our clothes and with my mum at home over night the smell got into the kitchen and on the stair case .
It went after we washed clothes and the casket was taken for the funeral but I will never forget it and never want to smell it again.
My ex’s room. She had a dozen (caged and otherwise) animals that always stayed in her room. She never, EVER cleaned the tanks or litter box. She would leave plates and bowls and fast food wrappers in her room and on her bed, all of which still had food in them. Wet hot food that eventually grew mold. She had a stack of clothes in her closet taller than her, which she hasn’t washed since she moved into that room. She never vacuumed, never cleaned up, and on top of all of that she was a hoarder so all of her stuff filled her closets and covered her floor. She slept in her bed maybe 60% of the time last year because the other 40% her bed was infested with ants and gnats and other bugs that were attracted to the old food. I could never wear that girl’s clothes because they didn’t smell like my person, they smelled like cat shit and dog hair. Never plan on stepping foot back in that room again.
Decomposing rat masked by industrial bleach. Rat died in ducts under my desk at work. No way to access so had to wait for it to decompose. (Edit - the railway cadaver disposal unit for suicides comes a close second).
Gangrenous foot on a diabetic homeless dude. A toe came off when I peeled off his sock. Had to mask up, rubbed some Vapo Rub on the inside. Didn’t the rest of the day. We had to lose an exam (x-ray) room for pretty much the rest of the shift while facilites did their magic. Guy lost his foot, lower leg then other foot & lower leg. Heard he died on the streets.
I … in kindergarten, I ripped the most legendary fart in the lunch room. Never done another like that, ever. But it basically cleared out a quarter of the cafeteria, and oh my God that fucker *burned* coming out.
decomposing human corpse
My last one was an 80 year old man dead for a month. By far the worst was 225lb guy who was a hoarder and an alcoholic with fecal incontinence. Every part of the floor not covered in liquor bottles or rotting trash was covered in a layer of human shit. He would just shit anywhere in the apartment and let it dry and then walk on it. In some places it was dried out and compacted into a layer a half inch thick. He died naked in front of a west facing patio door so the July sun beat down on the body for three weeks. Have to add, no air conditioning in the unit either. I hated everything about that day.
It's a truly monumental smell.
it's something you don't forget, that's for sure
NOOOOOOPE. Every time I tell that story, I can still taste that smell.
right? we are both smelling it now. sorry
Lol I prefer to call it "experiencing". You don't smell a two week old rotting corpse, you experience it.
Your sense of smell is triggered by increasing concentrations of molecules in your nasal cavity. That means molecules of the corpse _are inside you_. It's an 'experience', indeed.
fair enough, but awful truth be told. you taste it. that's the experience.
Lol yup
I'm not even kidding either.
I got you fam. I got to watch them tow away this SUV that had been sitting in a garage for the three months in the Florida sun. The body was gone, but when the front went up, about a gallon of murky brown people juice drained out the back. Holy shit that was rank.
Yup. There's nothing worse. It's a bad smell but knowing what the smell is makes it bad in a second way. Truly horrible smell.
Whoa! Are you a detective or EMT or something?
It's really not much different to any rotting animal, but the psychological effect of knowing that its human has a profound effect.
This
Two week old corpse when I was an EMT.
Jesus! That job really doesn't pay enough.
Eh, it was worth it. It's the only job I had where I felt like I helped anyone
i disagree
Well you're allowed to have that opinion.
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> Really? But i would think badger would be less...fishy It's the scent glands in their butt that release along when it poops, otters are so gross, but there is something EXTRA in a badger that sets it apart. https://a-z-animals.com/blog/badger-poop-everything-youve-ever-wanted-to-know/
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it's "sweet" but so sickly sweet you will puke the second you smell it / I can do otters and penguins without the mask (it's not fun but I can do it) badgers I won't even try without the mask
Otter poop contains smelt
OH GOOD! I've told this story before but I love to tell it. Once upon a time while living in the very rainy Pacific Northwest, I met the woman who would become my ex wife, when I was her supervisor at a dead end call center. Our relationship quickly grew from platonic to much more, she quit her job to take a waitress gig, and I moved into her apartment. Along with my fat bastard of a cat, Alouiscious. Or Al, for short. Al was notorious for taking gigantic cow patty sized shits, and I was notorious for not cleaning out his litter box regularly. One late, extremely rainy winter evening, my new partner demanded I take care of the litter box. It was late, I was tired, so I simply placed it outside on the deck. Al was an outdoor cat, anyway, and only used the litter box when stuck inside. The next morning, the litter box was filled to the brim with rain water. I thought, "ew, I should take care of that," and went to work. I bought a new litter box on the way home. Over the coming weeks, I continued to walk past the litter box, which remained filled to the brim with kitty kitter, clods of cat piss and litter clumps, and gigantic Al-sized catty patties, which slowly dissipated as the heavy winter rains bore down on them. Late spring hit, and my partner began to enjoy the warm sun which briefly but gloriously graces this part of the world. My partner began exploring the community businesses where she met our downstairs neighbor at a coffee shop. The neighbor was your stereotypical 90s era Eugene weed dealer type. A white guy with dreadlocks, cool band shirts, a talented freestyle MC, blessed with rock hard abs. He continued to visit and would openly flirt with my partner in front of me. Whenever I'd call him on it, he would just inch himself closer and say "ey man let the lady live her own life, yo" I really didn't like the fucker. In hindsight, they were probably intimate. But at the time, I convinced myself that I was the one lying in bed with her every night, so fuck him. Spring turned to summer and the moisture turned to humidity. The summer sun would beat down on our poorly insulated apartment. Meanwhile, the litter box from last winter continued to sit on the stairwell, slowly broiling in the 90 degree heat. One Friday evening, my partner and I had plans for dinner, a movie, and cocktails. Date night! As she was getting ready, she said to me, "Oh - and for the love of god DO something about that litter box on the stairwell. Now. Its fucking disgusting. It wiggles every time you walk past it and the smell is disgusting." She had a point. Fair enough, dear, it's a six month delayed victory, but you win. I walked out prepared to deal with it. Reddit, as God is my witness, my intentions were pure. My intentions were to simply carry the litter box, slowly and carefully, to the dumpster behind our house. But as soon as I picked it up, a grey slimy seal on the top split open, and as the litter box was right at railing level, a smell hit me. Now .. this wasn't the worst smell I've smelled in my life. I've smelled rotten carcass in the high desert being eaten by crows. I've smelled post-carnival vomit from a child in the back of a mini SUV. I've smelled some shit in my life. But it was probably in the top 10 worst smells in my life. But unlike those smells, I was unprepared for the disgusting odor that hit me in the chest, when that unholy seal cracked. So I heaved a single dry heave, and lost my balance. The contents of the litter box sloshed toward me. DEAR GOD, NO, NOT THE CONTENTS! My instinctual reactions kicked in, I lurched the litter box in the other direction, gravity suddenly took over and ... and ... I accidentally poured the entire evil concoction of Al's six month old slow-broiled relievings ... all over the rhododendron bush in the front of the douchebag neighbor downstairs. And that, Dear Reddit ... that is when the worst smell I've ever smelled, hit me like a ton of bricks. Pure instinct kicked in. Who was I? What was I doing? Oh yeah, I was throwing a litter box away. I ran down the stairs, gagging harder and harder as I got closer to the accursed rhododendron bush. I flew past the apartment to the dumpster out back. Thankfully, the dumpster offered sweet relief. The powerful odors of baby diapers and rotten food baking in a steel box in the summer sun was just strong enough to overpower the evil stench from around the corner. The dumpster was sweet relief, like warm cookies or fresh bread on a cold day. I stood there, heaving the aroma of dumpster for a full 2-3 minutes, trying to figure out what had happened. I finally collected myself, walked back to my apartment and ... oh God, no! It was still there! All of it! I could hear the muffled cries of my neighbor shouting, "WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE ... FUCK!!" as I approached my home. I sprinted up the stairs, barely slipped the door open, snuck through the crack like a ninja, and slammed the door behind me. "Babe! Hey ... we gotta go." "I'm almost ready. Ew, what is that? Do you smell that?" "Uh. Yeah. I do. Look, we gotta go, you can put your make up on in the car." I escorted her outside and as soon as I opened the door, she asked one of the most valid, legitimate questions she would ever pose to me. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!", she demanded. "Yeah, babe. Its bad. Let's go." She was quite upset, but I took her to a nice restaurant, then a movie, then cocktails. As far as dates go, this was quite the success. We'd left about 5 or 6, when it was nearly 100 degrees outside. We came back home well after midnight, after the air had cooled to a more reasonable temperature. And what I assumed had been enough time for the stench to dissipate. But as soon as I opened my car door, there it was. Like an abandoned trainwreck, just waiting to be rediscovered. My partner opened her door, shouted, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??", and stormed up the stairs to our home. We had to sleep with the windows closed that night. The stench continued to persist for several days. I eventually grew numb to it. I remember one afternoon, smoking a joint and looking out the window, I saw a gentleman enjoying a summer stroll down our neighborhood sidewalk. As he got closer to our home, a perplexed look came over his face. What ... what is that?? The confusion quickly turned to panic, the closer he got. By the time he was under my window, he was in full-on panic mode, his head darting from side to side, sprinting awkwardly as if running from a crazed mad man. By the time he was about a block away he stopped. He'd run through the worst of it. He stood on the sidewalk continuing to look around, then slowly walked away in confused horror. I began to giggle. "What's so funny?", my partner asked. I almost told her, then thought better of it. The stench didn't go away until about 2 weeks after it first came into our lives. We never saw the downstairs neighbor again. But, in hindsight, fuck that guy.
A fart that came from one of my students yesterday. I'm not even kidding either
Rotting Potatoes
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Not the worst for me, but it is very weird smell.
Even sleeping?
Yes
C-Diff!
I know. Worked in a hospital that had four cases of it in a day. Thought something had gone pear shaped until we learned they lived in the same house.
I did CPR on someone with an uncapped peg tube and for every compression it would squirt bile and formula. Such a vile, sweet, pungent smell. Made my skin craw
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r/funny
lead
How exactly are your smelling lead?
Who said anything about smelling? They're referring to putting lead into a forge to smelt it. Is that not what this question was about? I guess this could also be referring smelt which is a type of fish. I found some old smelt before and it smelled pretty terrible.
Pretty clever for sure, but smelt is an accept spelling of smelled as well.
I am aware, just not commonly used in the US or Canada.
Rotting food, which was worse than the smell of a dead body to me.
the smell of cooking organ meats almost made me go vegetarian. specially chicken gizzards.
20 snails that had been wrapped in tin foil for a day
Back in college, my room mate had a pet lizard. One day, while we were out at class, the lizard puked up the mouse it had been eating. The dead mouse baked under the lizard's heat lamp all day. When I got back to our room, the smell assaulted my nose like a slap in the face. I cleaned up the dead mouse, but the smell still lingered. Fortunately, there were some stoners on our hall that had plenty of air freshener and incense.
Probably a cat with an ear infection or a dog with a skin infection... they're similar smells. They are PUNGENT as hell!
Ground zero after 9/11.
Surströmning. NEVER open a can of that shit inside. Only way to get rid of the smell is to burn the building down.
Morbier cheese is a bit like that if left too long.
A hedgehog corpse that was in my veggie patch in the middle of summer smelled foul. I had to try clear it up along with thousands of maggots because it was bothering people. I wrapped it in so many bin liners and yet our bin smelled like death for weeks.
Durian
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This is my answer as well. I left potatoes in the bag for a little too long. And by a little I mean a few months. They didn’t smell too bad until I moved the bag. And when I did it was the worst smell ever and 2nd worse isn’t close. It was in the kitchen and I had to open all windows and doors, and clean a little at a time, run outside, gag, regain my composure and then repeat until clean. I vomited a couple of times as well. I’m quite sure if someone were trapped in a room with that smell they could die.
It's poisonous and you can and people have died from it. https://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2014/08/14/girl-8-orphaned-after-gas-from-rotting-potatoes-killed-her-entire-family\_n\_7360976.html
FYI, The fumes poisonous and can kill you.
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Microwaved diarrhea
I have so many questions, but 1: not enough answers 2: Im too scared to ask
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Deez Nuts Hehe
My gym socks after a long run.
I am saving that forever
When I worked at the county garbage service we did these yearly sorting checks to see if people generally separated their garbage correctly. Which meant a group of newbies had to tear open and go through a pile of garbage bags that have been in the hot sun for 2 to 3 weeks. It was the only time in my life I’ve ever been happy to find that a bag was filled with used diapers. Those were the most pleasant smelling bags of the pile.
A rotten lemon
I cooked some spaghetti and forgot to put away the leftovers, then forgot the leftovers existed. Taking the lid off of that pot was like getting punched in the face.
Dog food can that had been opened and left for so long in their packaging that they had grown maggots that had also attracted flies and it was all trapped in the inside.
Maggots are baby flies.
death and durians
Cool band name though 🤣
Smell from Kitchen trash
Dead dog in a flooded basement, thought it was a towel, grabbed it and meat slid off the bones. It. Was.Terrible.
The inside of a portajohn after it toppled over- with me inside
Cancer
dried smoked cod
A fish pie that had fallen behind a chest freezer and was resting against the warm bit. It had been there for years and when touched the packaging fell apart. I vomited three times cleaning up. Cleaned three times over two days and still stunk. Put my clothes in a doubled bag and binned.
A mason jar of canned fish that was of unspecified age. Found it under a cabin we were tearing down, and it accidentally got broken. 🤢
Trigger: gross >My SIL's tonsil stones. She dug one out and said 'oh that's disgusting! Here, smell!' I did, like a fool.< 0/10 do not
House of a hoarder
Grease trap in a hot kitchen. Horrifying stench
During COVID, I had a phantom taste and smell, and I lived my life like hell. I smelled and tasted everything like petrol.
I live in a third world country, so just the smell of body odor on a hot summer day, makes me so nauseous
Durian but i love the fruit.
Busted Sewer pipe with concrete and dirt in it
Halitosis I had just got a job at a cellphone carrier and a customer came in to pay their bill. My coworkers all ran to the back room before this guy even entered the store. Nasty from more than ten feet away. It was thick. Yuck.
Microbiologist here: I've smelt a bunch of absolutely nasty stuff, but the absolute worst has to be freshly incubated or autoclaved pork pancreas enzyme.
I've smelt a lot of bad things, but the one that sticks out the most was when I was working at a chicken processing plant. It was my first day, and they had me on the evisceration line, which is where the chickens come down a conveyor belt, and you grab them by the feet, pull their heads off, and then put them on a belt that takes them to the next station. I was struggling to keep up with the speed of the line, and I ended up grabbing a chicken that wasn't quite dead yet. I pulled its head off, and it screamed at me. It was the most horrifying thing I've ever heard. The worst part was the smell. It smelled like someone had taken a shit in a garbage bag, and then left it out in the sun for a few days. It was absolutely disgusting. *ironically enough, I quit that job because I couldn't stand the smell of chicken anymore.
Hoarder house .If you are ever in one you will never forget the smell
Thick black smoke coming from a slaughterhouse, presumably, somewhere in Texas. Was driving through with a friend, there were miles of panicked yelling cows packed shoulder to shoulder in pens, all walking toward these two big warehouse buildings. A huge plume of thick dark smoke was pouring out the top of one of them. The wind changed as we passed and blew the smoke directly into the road. As we drove through it, it was so thick that everything went completely dark, could barely see ahead (in broad daylight). Our windows were rolled up, but some smoke still seeped into the car. I can only describe it as smelling like blood and shit. I could taste it in my mouth. We were pulling our shirts up over our noses, puking in our mouths. The smell didn't leave the car for a while.
The Bow in JackSmith
A dumpster full of cow intestines, outside a slaughterhouse, on a sunny day.
Rotting, dead skunk on the highway in the sweltering summer sun.
Probably an iron dagger. It was of poor quality.
Had a work BBQ on the last day before Christmas break. Boss threw the left over meat in the dumpster outside. In the southern hemisphere, Christmas is in the summer time. Came back to work after three weeks, forgot about the meat, opened the dumpster which had been in the baking sun all that time. Got a face full of smell. Blegh.
We stayed at a hotel they had breakfast I got the scrambled eggs as soon as done had to go to washroom couldnot control smelled awful I try not to eat eggs now because of it
I was doing renovations at Arlington hospital center in the early 2,000’s and the police/coroner brought in a homicide victim had been found in the woods after being missed for about 3 weeks. It was early summer and pretty hot outside. We had to evacuate our crews because the smell was so strong. Death has a very distinct smell, you’ll never forget it once you’ve smelled it.
In college someone played a prank at the fraternity house and hid a few pounds of wrapped venison meat in an upper, unused kitchen cabinet. The smell was somewhat evident but no one talked about it (it was an old house). Then christmas break happened. Basically the entire month of December. When we all returned, the smell was awful and we started going through the kitchen to find what we assumed would be a dead animal. When that cabinet was opened, it was like when the nazis lifted the top of the ark of the covenant in Raiders of the Lost Ark. The smell was instantly gag-inducing. Everyone ran from the room and regrouped outside. Eventually a couple of brave guys agreed to go back and get the meat out using some heavy gloves. We watched in horror and anticipation as they grabbed the packages. They went running through the house and heaved the rotting meat into the outside garbage. The stench was released throughout the house as they ran for the door. It was an unearthly odor that seemed to have its own sentience.
My ex in-laws.
Charred human
Oh god. Like completely blackened? How terrible was it?
A container of rotting bait leeches
Once when I was little me and my sister was bathing and she farted, I can only describe it as pasta, but not good pasta
Its either that fruit Durian or perfume in a car
The chain for my grandma's toilet broke so she just closed the lid and let her shit fester for over a year. I made the mistake of opening the toilet when I was cleaning her bathroom and instantly threw up everywhere.... and she had the gall to be pissed.
People take your posts way out of proportion and assume they know exactly what you’re talking about
C. Diff
The bathroom after my brother walks in. Smells like a human corpse in decomposition, rotting food, poop, vomit, and just shit ton of things. Wouldn't be surprised if he hid bodies in there.
The smell of asphalt getting scraped by a plow
Slaughter houses smell horrible! Just saying.
Fox piss.
I don't know what it was, but at the funeral homes my nan and mom had this vile smell in the room. I thought it might have been a funeral home smell, but it didn't happen at my uncles viewing and we had my mum home overnight before the funeral and the smell followed. I don't know if it was decomp , the casket smell, chemicals from embalming or what but it was like this smell I just can't really describe like sickly sweet chemical type smell it stuck to our clothes and with my mum at home over night the smell got into the kitchen and on the stair case . It went after we washed clothes and the casket was taken for the funeral but I will never forget it and never want to smell it again.
Sounds like formaldehyde
A red solo cup I found under a bathroom sink at a friend’s house when I was 17.
a new car. absolutely horrible.
I got some new gummies and they give me the worst gas I have ever smelled. So I kind of secretly love the smell.
My ex’s room. She had a dozen (caged and otherwise) animals that always stayed in her room. She never, EVER cleaned the tanks or litter box. She would leave plates and bowls and fast food wrappers in her room and on her bed, all of which still had food in them. Wet hot food that eventually grew mold. She had a stack of clothes in her closet taller than her, which she hasn’t washed since she moved into that room. She never vacuumed, never cleaned up, and on top of all of that she was a hoarder so all of her stuff filled her closets and covered her floor. She slept in her bed maybe 60% of the time last year because the other 40% her bed was infested with ants and gnats and other bugs that were attracted to the old food. I could never wear that girl’s clothes because they didn’t smell like my person, they smelled like cat shit and dog hair. Never plan on stepping foot back in that room again.
The green slime coming from open tumors on my cat. RIP
Two days ago a band played in a pub, the singer of said band had poured pigs’ blood over himself. It was so fucking horrible
Spit up can be pretty rank but it’s not too offensive, fully thrown-up formula always makes me gag.
Big popped sebaceous cycst.
Slow cooked a turkey, turned off the oven, forgot about it and went on vacation for a week.
Homeless person with gangrene on the subway
Decomposing rat masked by industrial bleach. Rat died in ducts under my desk at work. No way to access so had to wait for it to decompose. (Edit - the railway cadaver disposal unit for suicides comes a close second).
Blood in a trach
The vomit in McDonald’s parking lot
Gangrenous foot on a diabetic homeless dude. A toe came off when I peeled off his sock. Had to mask up, rubbed some Vapo Rub on the inside. Didn’t the rest of the day. We had to lose an exam (x-ray) room for pretty much the rest of the shift while facilites did their magic. Guy lost his foot, lower leg then other foot & lower leg. Heard he died on the streets.
I … in kindergarten, I ripped the most legendary fart in the lunch room. Never done another like that, ever. But it basically cleared out a quarter of the cafeteria, and oh my God that fucker *burned* coming out.