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I relocated from the city to more agrarian climes recently. Spent the whole evening the other day looking for which show had the doggy gift on the bottom, so rich was the air.
Turns out -- someone on the hills we're down wind from fertilized. Until the rains hit well and solid, each evening breeze will be providing us with le eau de bovine.
In North Caroline, I lived not far from a hog abattoir. That is a smell I'd prefer not to endure again.