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Random mermaid
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea's swell, and the profit and loss. A current under sea picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell, he passed the stages of his age and youth... entering the whirlpool.

It's definitely a smell that you can taste, and the stink of rotting flesh and the acrid bite of putrefaction lingers up your nose and worms its way into the back of your throat.