What’s the most revolting thing you’ve ever smelled?

Durian fruit.

 

At Loftus Road in 1997, I dropped a fart so sour that it cleared a 5 seat radius around me, leaving me sat alone in the epicentre.

However even that didn't beat the smell at Kellingley Welfare JFC, when we were given the keys to a long-disused outbuilding, housing changing rooms, toilets and a kitchen. We were looking at the feasibility of reconnecting power, cleaning it up and setting it up as a cafe on match days. Therein we found a freezer which, when opened, contained the rotted remains of various meat products that had resided there without power, since the building was last used many years previously.

I can assure you the honk that appliance was kicking out must be up there with the foulest miasmas of all time.

 

Dried powdered Parmesan Cheese

 

A maggot farm is a smell that.. once smelled is never forgotten

 

My neighbour. I don't think he's had a wash as yet this year.

 

I has a black toenail that was wanting to come off for about 3 months, until I eventually knocked it and had to get the wife to pull it off. The stench of rotting nail and sweat under there hit us like a tonne of bricks. Would not recommend.

 

The inside of my car smells a bit like a horse's box at the minute.

 

Conways bull ****

 

The rotting corpse of a skunk that was being eaten by vultures.

 

Yeah I can vouch for that

Wasn't there one around Monk Bretton way - could always smell it in Smithies in the summer! Horrific

 

A house where a body has been laid in it for several weeks before anyone has discovered them.
Traumatising for many reasons.

 

Try the smell of raw sewage for size lol

I was a 16 yearold apprentice plumber working for curbishley and sidebottom (contracted) working on the houses next to the park on Wakefield Road which were built by M&D construction
At the top of that estate was a 8ft deep main sewer
A sewer that had been blocked
( tempoary drain bungs both ends) whilst the estate ones were piped in.
Come the day to take them out I was given the job of removing them.
Those in charge on the site and myself sat down and we talked how and what was needed, just so I was clear and safe on what I had to do...
The plan was to lower me down the drain with the bucket of the JCB, climb out, take out the no flow bung first, allow the JCB to then turn round so the bucket on it could be easily accessed, once I'd taken out the flow side bung...all was going to plan, ⁹everything in place, no need to think anything could go wrong....no trust issues ....what a gullible fool I was...lol....
I took out the drain bung threw it in the bucket ...and before I could attempt to get in the bucket, the buggers raised the JCB bucket out of my reach, just as a whoosh was suddenly heard and the sewer filled up rapidly, knocking me off my feet to start with On re gaining my footing it was up to my chest in no time, I kid you not ...the lads at first thought it was hilarious, until they realised, I was in danger and got me out....the smell was horrendous, they hosed me down and took me home to Cudworth to get changed.
I smelt that bad I had to ride in the JCB bucket not the cab lol ( more bruises than I care to remember from bouncing about in that lol)...no matter how many baths of hot water and the ammount of soap I used plus 2 bottles of brutt later, the smell on me lingered for almost a week...I knew I wasn't imagining it I saw the reactions of folk who came near me

The second time I smelt bad was when I left Lyons Bakery and the lads threw me in a pig skip of warm water filled with old out of date food colouring and old system oil from the fattery room along with other terrible smelling stuff that stunk as bad as the sewer...the difference there though ...I was serval different shades of colour due to the food colouring, which took weeks to shift off my skin....lol happy days

 

Agree with the Fox sh*te and used to live nr maggot farm.. summer was a real pleasure

 

The whiff from the local butcher's abbatoir in Skelmanthorpe as a kid takes some beating.

Honorouble mentions go to cat spray and fish sauce.

 

We also lived down wind of a maggot farm, summers were atrocious chuck into the hat my aunt had a farm .....both smelt like lavender in comparison to the sewer smell I endured in the 70s lol

 

A dead human body, mainly because you never forget that smell

 

Too true, 3 weeks, we had to remove all the floor boards and joists, still chewing that smell.

 

Gonna make some enemies with this one, but mac and cheese. For reasons unknown, the smell of that cooking makes me instantly wretch. And I mean physically, not "oh no that smells". I've smelled death, I've smelled raw sewage, but to me personally, nothing comes close to that vile smell of cooking mac and cheese. Must be some weird genetic thing.

 

There was one near Bolton on Dearne station, when the wind was in the wrong direction it was utterly disgusting.

 

A kipper's naughty bits after a 48 hour garlic marinating session.