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I can smell fear/stress and it’s unpleasant. It’s almost a metallic odor, and I can’t decouple it from provoking either stress or visceral pity, depending on the context.
I absolutely can’t stand the smell of smoked meat or any kind of pork fat (super lean cuts smell fine to me, but bacon, sausage, or any fattier cuts are anathema to me). I didn’t grow up in a pork consuming household (my dad’s the same way), so it luckily didn’t come up often growing up and I’ve had an agreement with everyone I’ve lived with as an adult that they can cook whatever they like, as long as they wait until I’m out of the house for bacon and sausage and open the windows. Nobody’s really minded and I just shut and block my bedroom door if they really can’t wait. I can still smell it, but it’s bearable.
One year at thanksgiving, my dad smoked a turkey and it was incredibly bothersome to me, but I didn’t want to say anything, because that’s rude as fuck. By the time we were mostly done eating but hadn’t yet cleared the table, I was so overstimulated that I burst into tears and ran out of the room, saying I couldn’t stand the smell. It took me a few minutes in the front yard before realizing that I (f23 at the time) had put my boyfriend (m24) back at the table with my family in an awkward position, because everyone definitely thought I was pregnant.
My husband is an apprentice butcher, and when he does days at the slaughterhouse, he smells like a combination of fear and pork fat (and blood), and weirdly like the smell of skin after a day outside in the summer. That’s normally a mild smell, but it’s so intense that it somehow overwhelms the other scents. I don’t always hate it until I think about it. He hates the slaughterhouse days and as soon as his apprenticeship is over, he wants to work for a vegan butcher shop, but they don’t offer apprenticeships (and you have to be a certified butcher to work there), so he’s got another year to go at a normal butcher shop.