If anybody comes into the neighborhood and takes a whiff of the air you can smell the odor from the discharge of the cats.

In spite of his exceeding mental perturbation, Simpson struggled hard to detect its nature, and define it, but the ascertaining of an elusive scent, not recognized subconsciously and at once, is a very subtle operation of the mind. And he failed. It was gone before he could properly seize or name it. Approximate description, even, seems to have been difficult, for it was unlike any smell he knew. Acrid rather, not unlike the odor of a lion, he thinks, yet softer and not wholly unpleasing, with something almost sweet in it that reminded him of the scent of decaying garden leaves, earth, and the myriad, nameless perfumes that make up the odor of a big forest. Yet the 'odor of lions' is the phrase with which he usually sums it all up.

("The Wendigo")

Every once in a while, you would smell a pungent odor that would come out of the system. We made changes to eliminate it that never worked like they were supposed to.

This was the kack’s cradle, icky-poo’s bassinet. It was Death and Diarrhea, singing duet.

Each day has a color, a smell.

And now I've got to explain the smell that was in there before I went in there. Does that ever happen to you? It's not your fault. You've held your breath, you just wanna get out, and now you open the door and you have to explain, 'Oh! Listen, there's an odor in there and I didn't do it. It's bad.