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One of my favorite vocabulary builders/dusters is James Kunstler. It seems that the emergence of a proper word for what one could smell but was somewhat unable to adequately label, well, there is this light that shines, even if just momentarily. In our current state: turpitude would seem to be a great one.
"Hey, is that turpitude that I smell?"
"No. That's actually chickenshit."
Oh, and Kunstler's post which raps around turpitude is well worth reading.