A fart, fresh from the buttshole, is fresh sulphur.
Go break wind in a room, leave. Come back after five minutes (this works better if you have bith a closed room, and a raging case of gut trouble, you know the kind) and you will now know the horrors of stale sulphur.
These and other things are what i think of and wonder if it is worthy to post, hence the absence. Apologies.
This is still a thing, i promise.
I’ve just been enjoying life offline