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Working in the produce section of a grocery store I had more than my fair share of encounters of the rotten kind. The worst was the time I grabbed a box of potatos and sank my thumb knuckle-deep into a rotten one. Rotten potatos smell bad. Really really fucking bad.
The most consistently reliable awful smell came from the scraps truck - the meat department saved up all the little scraps of meat & cuttings of fat and once per week a truck (with an open bed) from the rendering plant would come along to collect them. In the summer the load spent all day festering in the sun as the truck shuttled between stops, and if it got to you in the late afternoon it stank something fierce.
Worst personal incident involving eating was the tahini incident. I'd bought a small tub of tahini spread (for the first time) and some naan. I'd never tried plain tahini before so when the first bite tasted awful I just chewed at it for a bit, until I looked closely at the container and saw it was full of fuzzy white mold. If you've ever eaten stale peanuts, the taste of moldy tahini is like sour version of that. Blegh.
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