High water on a river trapped several thousand smelt (small fish sort of like sardines) in a bunch of natural rock pools outside my buddy's house. The water receded and the fish were left in pools that then dried up. The smell of several thousand oily, rank, rotting fish wafted across the landscape, and was almost unbearable. I was holding it together until his dog ran over and ate some. The smell was like a solid thing, hitting me in the brain. Just nasty.
Think of the wildest, most irresponsible adult you know. Now think of them hammered in a bar. Now picture them hammered in a bar openly carrying a loaded gun among a bunch of other drunk people with loaded guns. If this sounds like a good idea to you, you could be governor of Georgia or South Carolina.