Back on my dad's old farm we had these large oil drums filled with this liquid animal fat.
That stuff would infect your nostrils for days on end.
That stuff would infect your nostrils for days on end.
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A few years ago, I was looking at my lunchbox (it was one of those water-proof, thick fabric types) which I'd had for years and never washed. I decided to take a whiff of it and before I could even register a scent, my nose began to bleed copiously. So much so that, for about a day I had the smell of fresh blood stuck in my nasal passages. Afterward, it began to decay, I suspect, because for about 2 or 3 weeks after, the stench of death flooded my head inescapably. To this day my nose doesn't work properly.
In short, the worst thing I ever smelled would have to be my old lunchbox, because it eviscerated my sense of smell.
In short, the worst thing I ever smelled would have to be my old lunchbox, because it eviscerated my sense of smell.
Indeed, I do! Not smelling things has turned out to be a benefit, it seems. All I ever hear about scent is how horrid something wreaks, how nauseating dissection subjects smell, how badly a burned meal assaults the nostrils. I recommend that everyone get their noses broken (for lack of a better word) post-haste.lokun489 said:
I ate a whole lot of peanut butter today. While it may be delicious, it does really weird things to your bowels.
'Nuff said.
Also, whenever the pipes burst in the boy's locker room at school.
'Nuff said.
Also, whenever the pipes burst in the boy's locker room at school.
Certain esters smell like pear drops. I vividly remember synthesizing propyl acetate in my first year at university and it smells of pear drops so my experience with them are pretty nicezala-taichou said:
problem is is that it is a solvent so the professors were not too happy with us inhaling deeply OT: Saurkraut (I think that's how it's spelled) smells absolutely foul. The problem is, is that one of my flatmates absolutely loves it. He likes to wind me up as he knows that I (and my other flatmates) detest the smell.
Well, we were supposed to make a banana smell IIRC, but the teacher thought it was a good idea to let us experience some other fragrances. As I said, quite mad...Alucard 11189 said:Certain esters smell like pear drops. I vividly remember synthesizing propyl acetate in my firt year at university and it smells of pear drops so my experience with them are pretty nicezala-taichou said:
OT: Saurkraut (I think that's how it's spelled) smells absolutely foul. The problem is, is that one of my flatmates absolutely loves it. He likes to wind me up as he knows that I (and my other flatmates) detest the smell.
Oh, and I hate sauerkraut too, most especially the smell. My father sometimes sometimes puts raisins which makes it slightly less disgusting, but still.
A long time ago I shared an apartment with a guy that both sweat profusely and had a bad habit of rarely changing his socks. When he did take them off, they would dry into withered husks. Literally stiff and crunchy.
He'd leave them like that in his laundry basket for weeks on end...every time the door to his room opened the entire house started smelling like stale BO and shoes. It was so pungent that it nearly made me sick on several occasions. I eventually started washing his socks *for* him just so I wouldn't have to smell them. Then I snapped out of my idiot trance and told him to start washing them at least once a week or I was going to kick him out of the apartment.
He'd leave them like that in his laundry basket for weeks on end...every time the door to his room opened the entire house started smelling like stale BO and shoes. It was so pungent that it nearly made me sick on several occasions. I eventually started washing his socks *for* him just so I wouldn't have to smell them. Then I snapped out of my idiot trance and told him to start washing them at least once a week or I was going to kick him out of the apartment.
I can't top the bad sense of smell, but last year in Biology somebody brought in an armadillo that had been dead for atleast three days by Doc's (our teacher) reckoning, so I asked if we could dissect it. Well me and Doc dissected it, while the rest of the class was puking in the restrooms from the stench. I, sickeningly, got hungry while we were dissecting this thing. I don't know if it was the scent or what, but I was hungry while dissecting a three day old dead armadillo.lokun489 said:
I would have never thought that raisins and sauerkraut would go together. I should mention it to my flatmate to see if he has tried it before. Knowing him, it wouldn't be suprising if he hadzala-taichou said:Well, we were supposed to make a banana smell IIRC, but the teacher thought it was a good idea to let us experience some other fragrances. As I said, quite mad...
Oh, and I hate sauerkraut too, most especially the smell. My father sometimes sometimes puts raisins which makes it slightly less disgusting, but still.
Hmm, I'm torn between "incontinent smelly old man on train" and "Boris the cat".
I mean, for pure agony I'd say the old man, because he was getting off at the same stop as me, so there were no respite, and he always took the same train as me. After a week all I thought was "die, already!".
Boris the cat had a more concentrated smell, practically weaponized, even. As long as he was just sitting still and being quiet all was well, but when he got tired... god.
You see, Boris could sit at the other end of the apartment, then he yawned and unleashed a concentrated beam of smell across the entire area, and burninate the nostrils of anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the beam.
Needless to say, it's easy to assume this is simple exaggeration, but I can assure you it's not.
In the end I'll say "piss-soaked old man" because his only redeeming attribute was that he didn't look evil. He was truly horrible, though.
Boris was a very pleasant cat to be with, as long as he didn't open his mouth in your general direction.
I mean, for pure agony I'd say the old man, because he was getting off at the same stop as me, so there were no respite, and he always took the same train as me. After a week all I thought was "die, already!".
Boris the cat had a more concentrated smell, practically weaponized, even. As long as he was just sitting still and being quiet all was well, but when he got tired... god.
You see, Boris could sit at the other end of the apartment, then he yawned and unleashed a concentrated beam of smell across the entire area, and burninate the nostrils of anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the beam.
Needless to say, it's easy to assume this is simple exaggeration, but I can assure you it's not.
In the end I'll say "piss-soaked old man" because his only redeeming attribute was that he didn't look evil. He was truly horrible, though.
Boris was a very pleasant cat to be with, as long as he didn't open his mouth in your general direction.
Probably my sweatshirt that I found in a closet a couple years ago. I wore it every day to school and wore it all day (this was the year that they cancelled school a couple times because of how hot it was). I even wore it in gym. I wore it for a whole year without washing it once and then threw it in a closet where it sat for a year. I found it after another year and it smelled terrible.
