Hey kids, it's story time! Mainly because this just so happens to be what I'm thinking about currently.
A few years back, I went to the Botanical Gardens. At the time, I was growing flytraps and pitcher plants and researching exotic plants, specifically of the arum family (think skunk cabbage). Of the arum I read about were the voodoo lily and the corpse lily (Amorphophallus titanum, lit. "giant funny-looking dick"). These flowers were known for being notoriously difficult to get to bloom in a greenhouse setting.
Well, when I went to the Botanical Gardens, they had a voodoo lily, which isn't quite as large as the corpse lily, but similarly difficult to bloom. Their voodoo lily had recently bloomed and they had signs about it. I was excited to see this flower, and I followed the signs to the greenhouse.
Here's the thing about the voodoo lily: It stinks. Really bad. And I could smell this plant before I even saw it.
When I saw the flower, I got close, stuck my nose right in it, and took a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiig sniff.
It smelled like bloated maggot-infested two-week-old roadkill baking in the hot, humid August sun.