I found it!! the worst smell (for me)
 

several days ago, I caught a halibut. gutting it, I thought to myself, "this is the worst smelling fish guts I have ever encountered - maybe shouldn't be doing this in my kitchen!". it truly smelled like the interior of a wild turkey. like someone spilled lots of blood inside of a barn, and then took a dump..

I tossed it all into my garbage bin...wrapped up tight and put it into my gray bin outside. then, it got WARM!! it went mid 90's one day. I went to toss another small bag, and WOOOOFFFFF!! the flies, the smell...I swear it got into my mouth!! WOW!! I rolled it to the curb, quickly. coming back from work ,I get out of my truck happy the mess now belongs to the city. but the smell was worse. I peek into the bin and there was an inch of brown fluid inside. my bag has burst!!!. hahahha.. I hosed out the bin, and I ended the street basketball game going on a few doors down. the kids side-eyed me..I waved apologetically..and held my breath for about 10 minutes (joking) while I blasted the mess out.. it got on my shoes, my driveway..splashed my face a tiny bit...

catch and release has its benefits.

Bleach will kill the smell. I've had to clean a few dumpsters.

THat's a hell of a story, sir!

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on your shoes and in your mouth...
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Decomposing mice in the pool skimmer when you open it in the spring.
Ya you can taste it.

Couple years ago walking a nice long beach in Oregon we started getting whiffs of something very very strong, turned out to be a dead whale.

Truly truly horrible and yet I had to go look, from upwind!

Anything dead outside is the worst smell possible, and fresh barf.
Hate that too!!

Our male dachshund was sprayed by a skunk, TWICE!

Of course he came running in the house through the doggie door. I grabbed him before he could roll on the floor. We had the skunk stink ingredients on hand, and cleaned him up as best as possible. The first time he was sprayed on the his chest, so easy to clean. The second time was right in his face. It is pretty hard to really scrub on the dachshund's face. We gave him two rounds of the skunk stink remover, and the next day we took him to a dog groomer for a spa day so she could kill the stink.

The skunk stink makes your nose numb, and hard to smell the stench. We would notice when we left for several hours a lingering stink upon return.

And yea, wh hired a skunk removal man. I got a "guy" to set traps at the nest site across the street, He said there were some kits in there as well. We caught them all, and I filled that hole with two bags of quickcreete.

He to them "to the farm" and gassed them with nitrogen. No one at all wants a skunk released in their area.

A coworker had his first job at a fish plant. I suppose his first job at the facility was part initiation, as they sent him down to the space under the cleaning and skinning floor to shovel out the bits and pieces that built up under there. He admitted he was sick a couple of times, but toughed it out. I almost barfed hearing him describe it.

Dammit Vash, I had an upchuck movement with that description!

Dead octopus.

One of the first octopus we ever caught amazed us by how long it stayed alive out of water… but when it died, woooo boy! What a stench. You could smell it 100 yards away. Pewie!

I recall disposing of it and then hosing out the back of the truck, washing with bleach and hosing again.

Still stunk. Like a dead octopus at the swimming pool.

I can relate. 20 years ago I went red snapper fishing in the Gulf of MEXICO off Newport, Texas. The charter guy filleted my catch and shipped it home to my office in Ohio - without any placarding that it was perishable. It arrived on Friday and my secretary put the box on my office chair. I got back the following Wednesday. Had to throw the chair away.

Ok. Worst think I have ever smelled was human decomp, dead about a week during a hot, humid summer.

Story time.

My Dad worked for the Corps of Engineers. Worked with a fellow who had a good middle class ++ job who was a member of a minority group. He earned far more than most of his peers. He wanted to live with his people so he lived in a less than ideal neighborhood where his people lived. His income afforded him a nice truck and a very nice ocean going boat. But having nicer things than his peers, he was victimized by constant thieving, which pissed him off to no end.

He also loved to catch fish in the Pacific. He caught a fair amount of some sort of fish on a particular day. It happened to be garbage day and in the Summer. He didn't want the mess to stink up his trash like Vash had. So he put it into a bag and then a box and then gift wrapped it. He put the box into the bed of his truck and drove to the local quickie mart and slowly shopped for some post-fish trip beers. He noticed someone snooping around his truckbed and poked his head out the store to yell at them to stay away. The wrapped box (containing fish guts) was quickly grabbed. He made some more comments out the door "come back! Hey! I need that!" You get the idea. The thief only ran faster and farther. My Dad's co-worker then bought his beer as he had something to really celebrate.

I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I do. I heard this story way back in the early 1970's when it happened. I still am highly amused...

Whenever I have some crazy stinky stuff I'll freeze it and keep it frozen until pick up day.

Houston 1997. Big ice storm that killed electricity for days. Frozen chicken in boss' garage freezer melted and he called me over to help clean it out. It was not even high heat but the worst I have smelled.

I hope the rotting human, whale or octopus smell would miss me in this lifetime.

Clearly none of you have caught a whiff of necrotic bowel

Fermented cow poo (slurry store)
Sauerkraut plant
Crab left in a boat cooler for a week
Mercaptan

Me and my aura after a cuppla hard bold eggs, smoked Chubb from Gustafson’s up in the U.P. and beer.

Pickled hard boiled, I hope...

On my way to work at my first job, I drove right next to a cotton gin, a utility pole creosote plant, that was next door to a pickle plant. Several nasty stinks.

One of the worst has to be a paper pulp plant. They reek from many miles away.

I found it!! the worst smell (for me)
 

At my last colonoscopy, as they rolled me into the room, a noticed a lot of likely scented candles. I was already on the relax my mood happy juice, but I asked the cute nurse, if the candles were to set a romantic mood, and if they were going to put on some Barry White music. she said of course, as soon as you are under, we all have a romantic moment.

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I'd try Febreze for the bin odor. I was surprised to learn it's not just a smell good cleaning product but actually a chemical that P&G developed on accident, tried to market as an incredible odor eliminator but when that didn't take off, they added more smell and marketed it as a light cleaning product.

I have. I worked as an orderly at a hospital during my college days. i'd have to clean the O.R. rooms after emergency surgeries.

I was mopping the scrub area when they wheeled a new patient in. After about 2 minutes into the surgery they came bursting back out and grabbed a tray of "essential oils" and that's when the smell hit me!

The guy had about 2-3 feet of dead bowel. They had all of his intestine piled up on a stainless table over the operating table. I wondered how they were going to repack all of that back in when they were finished.

One of the worst was back in the day when Egg City was operating between Moorpark and Fillmore. The smell of chicken poop on a warm day was something else!

Egg City
In 1961, Julius Goldman founded Egg City, the largest chicken ranch in the United States at the time, located just north of Moorpark. Many chicken coops were spread over acres of concrete, with millions of chickens in them. Local residents were somewhat irked by the farm, when the smell of it wafted to Moorpark on windy days. The odors also commonly flowed to the nearby town of Fillmore. The business suffered a setback in 1972, when millions of chickens were slaughtered because of the threat of Newcastle disease. Egg gathering was done from 36 houses by hand, with workers placing eggs onto plastic flats while riding electric carts. Liquid, dry and shell eggs were processed at the 8,000-square-foot (740 m2) hatchery facility warehouse, with yolk and albumen available individually. The farm finally closed in 1996. In early December 2006, a wildfire destroyed the dilapidated remains of Egg City.[

Three bicycle stories.

1. One local dude I rode with had the worst B.O. It was concentrated ass, a millionfold power, and you could smell him a mile away. One day, while closely following him in a race, a drop of his nasty arse sweat dripped off his back, and went right down my gullet. I started choking on it. I would have rather inhale mace.

2. Riding a bike up a mountain, you are working hard and going slow. Dead/rotting roadkill in the summer heat are bad, as you ride up to it, and can't get by it in short order. Worse yet, you have to breath labored/heavy to muster up the power to get past it. At full speed, you might be going past the carcass at 2-3mph. Walking speed. It's a slow speed trainwreck of olfactory hell- specially a bloated deer with some buzzards chewing his butt out.

3. Another riding up a mountain story- HOT sweltering day. Sun beats down on a very steep mountain pass. Once again, breathing heavy, working hard, hot and burning.

Down the road comes a torrent of running water. "It's water from heaven" I exclaimed. It covered the entire lane and within no time, I was riding though it, and the tires splashed it all over me. There was really no way to avoid it. Where does a mysterious river of water come from in such a dry hot day?

The RV that dumped it's waste tanks as it took the twisty turns right ahead of me. Not only did it smell of raw sewage, I wore it.

I should give up biking.

^NOOO DON'T!!!^

The stories are awesome!

Late season of a salmon run, rotten fish on the shore and a buddies dog that simply must roll in it

OY!