Oh god, Neal, why'd you have to bring this one up? This smell is my bete noire--everytime I've smelled it it's given me a beat down. For me it's the devil's voice screaming at me constantly from just the other side of the horizon.
For me it smells like a stagnant puddle in the gutter on a steamy hot miserable day. The whole idea of this smell gives me the willies. I'll go take a shower now just because of the thought of it.
Thankfully it gets a lot of love here and it was easy and pleasurable to trade it away to someone who I guess loves the sound of the devil screaming.