I am eating cauliflower as I write. I heated it up at work and now the whole big room is stinky. People are not happy. They mostly keep it to themselves.
I live and work about 30+ minutes from Greeley, Colorado. That town is quite often cow stinky, and the smell of that "money" doesn't mind making its way to where I am. For some reason, though, I haven't made any money.
The other day I heated up a can of sauerkraut (spelling?), and my whole house was stinky. When the neighbor knocked on my door I didn't invite her in because the whole place smelled like an outhouse. I'm sure she could smell it at the door. Oh, well. When I knocked on her door, it smelled like a cigarette, so I guess we are even.
When I work the front desk at work, I smell people who have been smoking, drinking and working. It's not all good. Probably they can smell when I eat onions.
I come from a pretty long line of onion eaters. The smell reminds me of my mother and of hamburgers and of good times. I sometimes think about what I would take on a deserted island with me if I had to choose between chocolate and onions. I think it would have to be onions.
Stinky things aren't always good, but they aren't alway bad either.