Like a gallon of milk accidentally spilled into the carpeting -- you can never quite get rid of the smell without drastic measures. If it was a temperature, it would be 100.1 Fahrenheit, just at that sickly feeling point but not bad enough to keep you from having to go to work. It feels like honey on sandpaper. It tastes like a sweat bee in your soda. You leave here not knowing if it's good or bad, but being sure that time has passed and you'll never get it back.