It wasn’t every meeting. But often enough that I knew it was deliberate. It would have served him right to stain his boxers with a fluffy fart. 
I dunno, man. You ever been around someone who’s lactose intolerant and keeps snarfing the dairy anyway? I’d be afraid to have an open flame in the building. And I say this as someone with a fair degree of lactose intolerance. If I have a grilled cheese and an ice cream on the same day and forget to take Lactaid, I can barely stand to be in the same room as me without a respirator.
I wouldn’t have a problem with someone getting a formal reprimand for routinely dousing themselves with cologne even after being spoken to repeatedly about the issue and how it was affecting others. Or any other completely controllable action that affects others. And this is indeed controllable. The guy’s defense isn’t that he has IBS or some other medical issue where your body just does shit and you don’t really get a vote. His defense is that he’s lactose intolerant, which is the single most controllable GI issue you can possibly have. You don’t put lactose into your gob, or you accompany lactose with a dose of lactase, and eye watering stink doesn’t roll out of your ass. It’s that simple.
I just want to say that I think the Farting Federal Employees would make a great band name.
We used to have a fart tin at work. If you let one rip it would cost you 25 cents.
If you let one rip in front of a female it was double.
Some people paid in advance. At the end of the year it was donated to charity. There was a hell of a lot of money there.