This Russula smelled slightly fishy when first picked. It wasn’t one I was used to seeing, so I carried it around for about half an hour, and the smell intensified to the point where I locked it away in a container. I could smell the thing, while holding it at arms length and walking in the woods. Should have warned me. Back home, I laid it out for drying. Within minutes my wife was hollering about that “horrible smell, what IS it? Oh my god!”. This thing stunk. And I mean stunk beyond any stink I’ve ever smelled. Worse even than rotting Boletus trimmings. Like a physical presence of a stink.
I put it outside on my woodpile, and months later, even dry, the smell was almost overpowering. I didn’t save this thing.
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Created: 2014-10-12 20:15:54 EEST (+0300)
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