I dunno whether to mark this NSFW or not but do your worst.
I have Crohn’s desease and some of the smells I’ve generated over the years are unconscionable.
I cleared the dance floor at a club once.
It’s not just like a normal person’s bad fart. It’s something totally different. Something evil.
While I fortunately don’t have Crohns, I do have periods of horrible IBS so I can relate to the demon-farts, one evening in the park, my bf had to run away from me after I dropped a stinker, this was outside
Clearing a dance floor though? Respect
The smell of human bodies in a formaldehyde soup at a 3rd world country medical universities anatomy lab.
This is why context is important.
For me there are two strong ones competing: Hákarl, basically fermented rotting shark – this smells like a Serbian railway toilet during the war, when it wasn’t cleaned for years, but used regularly. It tastes the same. The other was a dog carcass, that was left on the roadside on a nice, hot summer day, and the ‘not my job’ mentality left it there slowly decomposing over roughly two-three weeks.
I often have patients who are uncontrolled diabetics. Their feet essentially rot off of their body if it gets bad enough (diabetes destroys blood circulation, and the feet usually get it first because they have the least blood flow), and the smell is something that text cannot describe. They are also essentially always infected, so leaking pus adds to the multisensory experience.
That’s enough internet for today
That’s how my grandfather lost his lower leg. Stubborn bastard hid the fact his foot was rotting away. Probably would have been fine if he had done something about it early on.
Huh, I see a lot of horrifying diabetic foot wounds, and I’ve honestly been surprised by how relatively odourless they are compared to more acute abscessing wounds.
My set point might just be off. My patient population is, uh, pungent at the best of times… Most of them are homeless or close to, and hygeine is just not something they can prioritize.
I agree, the diabetic foot ulcers are fairly tame until wet necrosis sets in.
Cancer wounds are worse in my experience. The little old ladies who don’t go to the doctor until their breast looks like burnt bloody cauliflower and have been bandaging with toilet tissue or old tea towels for ages so you have to fish around in old macerated tissue to get all the threads and clumps out.
Yeah I’ll second that one. A fungating tumour almost made me throw up once, I don’t normally react to smells at all
I grew up in West Africa in the 80, and there was a lot assaulting your nostrils. The markets with dried fish, the open sewage trenches in the city, rotting roadkill.
But the very worst experience was when I was trying to cross over a bridge during some festival. The bridge was packed with people, who were either heavily perfumed to mask the BO, whose deodorant gave up or who just went a few days without bathing. So we were all there together profusely sweating in the tropical sun, and I was just tall enough so my nose was at armpit height.
Or no, a buried memory surfaces. You may know that natural latex drips out rubber trees, and that they spritz ammonia into the latex to keep it liquid? Now imagine a plantation the size of a city where everything stinks of ammonia. And then a factory that smells of burnt piss?
The body odor of a friend who got out of bed when I was crashing at his house. I wanted to throw up on the spot, it was awful. I’m not sure what it was, but it smelled like he hadn’t showered in months but he didn’t smell like that the previous day.
He probably hasn’t changed his sheets, so the surprising amount of swear you she in bed, along with the considerable amount of dead skin, bacteria, hair, and skin oils are causing seriously bad BO.
There’s a reason why I have a waterproof bed protector. Wash the sheets ever week or two weeks, wash the bed protector every couple. Your bed won’t smell musty or get bad dust mites that way.
He probably hasn’t changed his sheets
That’s what I thought, but they honestly didn’t smell bad at all. I remember they were odorless which really threw me for a loop. I wonder if he had some unknown condition or shat himself while asleep or something. But I’ll never know because we stopped being friends for other reasons. *sad noises*
Was it like, a body odor smell? Or a different smell?
This was a few years ago so my smell memory is shaky, but I think it was body odor? The thing is he got up so fast and rushed to the bathroom so it may have been something else, or maybe it was from the embarrassment
Meanwhile, I was trying no to make noise while gagging the ha hardest I’ve ever gagged in my life lol
A dead body that had been sitting in the Sahel desert for a few days. That smell still haunts me.
Hyaluronic Acid
A fridge unplugged for 3 weeks with food inside that I had to clean out. I haven’t smelled a rotting corpse but I imagine that it can’t be far off.
I once read a comment from someone working for a company that cleaned out houses that - for one reason or another - haven’t been inhabited for some time. First rule he got told was to always just tape the fridge shut and drive it directly to the landfill.
I am surprised you cleaned it out instead of like, burning it to ash with thermite
I worked a clean up crew for a large college campus. One day the boss offered a case of beer and a full day payed off to the person who would clean the bottom of the elevator shaft in the exchange student dorm. The whole summer they had been dumping their garbage down it instead of bagging it and bringing it to the dumpsters. Muck boots, painters suit, and full hood ppe did very little to the smell that followed me for days.
I was not worth a case of beer and a day off.
edit! that was second worst! I accidentally inhaled a full hit of silicon fumes from a friends bong he’d just repaired. that was terrifyingly awful. I thought I was going to fucking die on the spot.
How did they get access to the shaft to throw trash into it?
Raccoon pee used for hunting and scented artificial worms used for fishing.
I work retail in the tackle section and got some of that artificial bait juice on my hands. No amount of shitty bathroom foam soap got that stank out
Just yesterday I was cleaning up dog diarrhea and gagged about three times in the process. Had to take breaks and go outside to breath halfway through. Poor girl is really sick though.
Dead orca. Came upon marine biologists cutting up and disposing of a beached orca, and the smell was like a physical wall, and then a repeated series of roundhouse kicks to the face and eyes. Just an indescribable stench, regular rotting meat dialed up to dimension-warping, sanity-threatening levels. I will never forget it. I would never ever have got closer, but my girlfriend was driving and she knew one of the biologists and was really interested to chat about it right next to the pickup filled with chunks of tail. Just unreal all around.
Similarly, a shity old shed baking in the sun, filled with garbage bags of fish guts (from guests’ fish at the gutting table of a fishing resort), that we had to load onto a pickup truck.
Like you said, a physical wall. I couldn’t get past it. Whenever I got near the door of the shed, I doubled over wretching and y couldn’t get any closer.
Human feces/raw sewage in a stagnant, humid, concrete structure with poor circulation and no means of escape.
Also my dad has this little puss hole on his back that you can perpetually squeeze the most foul smelling stuff out of. It was a family event to squeeze in wonder.
It was a family event to squeeze in wonder
Yup, coulda done without reading that.
Yeah, I should have stayed out of this thread.
Embarrassingly enough I have one of these on my leg. It really sucks.
You definitely need to see a doctor about it if you haven’t already.
I suppose one of the losses from Reddit is not being able to link to the “Swamps of Dagobah”…
I’m sure that it’s both archived and has also caused enough widespread psychic damage that forgetting about Dagobah is simply not an option.
What was the Swamps of Dagobah?
“…considering that over one-third of the floor was now thoroughly coated in what could easily be mistaken for a combination of bovine after-birth and maple syrup”
Dear god
