My sinuses are packed so tight I can’t smell or taste anything.
My boss just walked by my office and said, “Do you smell that?” “Smell what,” says I. “Butyric acid.” “Nope, can’t smell a darned thing.”
I guess I should be glad of that.
I hope you don’t work for the phone company or something else not science-related, with a boss who goes around using that kind of language.
Having smelled butyric acid, I can say “CONGRATULATIONS!”
I’ve had a cold for three days. I’d even have a whiff of butyric acid if it would make it go away.