Wife's uncle pickled some last year with horseradish in the jar. Tasted awesome, but no level of Scent Killer or Scent Lock was gonna save anyone within 50' of me the next day....

"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, used up, worn out, bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and a .45 in the other, loudly proclaiming WOW-- What a Ride!"