It was subtle, almost imperceptible - yet I knew something was there. Almost like the way the light from a faint star disappears when you look directly at it, yet you can see it in your peripheral vision when you look away.
But every time I opened up the kitchen pantry door, there it was... a slight whiff of something. Eh... must be some odd mix of spices and dry goods I told myself.
But then this morning I decided to investigate further. I started at the top. Sniff, sniff. Nothing there. Then the 2nd, 3rd and 4th shelves. Nothing again. Finally I knelt down, twisted my neck to the right and looked waaay in the back at the bottom, behind the cookie sheets and cake pans.
Huh... what is that?
I reached back deep into the cupboard and grabbed a plastic bag, heavy with potatoes. I wonder if there's anything wrong with these?
I removed the plastic clip, opened up the bag, sank my face into the ancient spuds and inhaled... but only until I started gagging, and coughing, and dry heaving, and running out the back door so I didn't purge on the kitchen floor.
So yeah, you might say I found the offensive smell. You might also say I learned what a rotting corpse smells like.