More than just a whiff, I hope?
Talking of bad smells, I have to organise a cowpat lottery for tomorrow. It's an old rural Alsatian custom; you mark out a field like a grid and then sit around drinking beer and brandy and scoffing barbecue, waiting for a particular, pre-selected cow to take a dump. Everyone draws a number and the winner .. well, wins.
Ooh, lala, as they say