I once had the opportunity to visit a dead whale on a beach and the craziest thing is the smell. It’s so aggressive and overwhelming. Because the whale died at sea it started to decompose and the rancid oils covered the beach. The belly had popped and the meat was dark blue blackish. My sinuses got PTSD.
Nothing compares to a massive rotting meat sack marinating in salt water for a few days.
Sweet Jesus, I can well imagine, except for the scale on account of some whales being school bus-sized. Rotten rodents don’t hold a candle given the 1000:1 or more ratio.
I once had the opportunity to visit a dead whale on a beach and the craziest thing is the smell. It’s so aggressive and overwhelming. Because the whale died at sea it started to decompose and the rancid oils covered the beach. The belly had popped and the meat was dark blue blackish. My sinuses got PTSD.
Nothing compares to a massive rotting meat sack marinating in salt water for a few days.
Sweet Jesus, I can well imagine, except for the scale on account of some whales being school bus-sized. Rotten rodents don’t hold a candle given the 1000:1 or more ratio.