Limburger cheese, and Eskimo-style cuisine (month-old fish with fresh worms; see Nanuk of the North for details).
We have a Vietnamese family 2 doors down. That puts their back patio no more than 60 yards from mine.
Occasionally in the morning their cooking something out there that smells like fried rotten seafood to me. Very pungent. I don’t know how they eat that shyte.
I’m sure that if no more the 5 feet from point of origin it’d be rank enough to knock a buzzard of a gut wagon.