Inspired by dajay's review in the negative reviews section (London) and his pretty appalling experience, as someone with a strong sense of smell (which is both a blessing and a curse, of course) I got to thinking there are a number of dreadul smells that occasionally assault the intrepid punter.
Shit would be the top of the list. Dried-on urine another. And Harpic. If ever a fragrance, and I use the term loosely, dampened one's ardour, it's Harpic.
And there's that other weird smell that you get in certain WG's bedrooms. As you enter, a hybrid of unidentifiable alien perfume, soap, compacted fag smoke, and damp carpet - not always as unpleasant as it sounds - is the perfect accompaniment to the tawdry and hopefully trashily thrilling experience that awaits.