Driving down the road, you get a whiff of sulfur. You think uh-oh. Someone hit a skunk. When you get a little closer, the smell fills your car and the kids notice. It's not a gag-me-I'm gonna-throw-up smell but it is noticeable. If your dog gets sprayed, you smell him coming up the driveway. It smells like burnt rubber and takes a few days to wear off. If Drew and Finn get sprayed getting the skunk out of trap, it smells the entire house. The clothes get washed immediately, the baths get started, and we burn candles in the house. The teacher MIGHT call laughing and gently suggest a different pair of shoes the next day.
BUT. If Drew pops the gland into a Ziploc bag to sell the scent, it is indescribable. Like an eye watering, nose burning, jam your face in your scarf, dry heaving, tastebud paralyzing, tomato juice soaking, appetite sucking horrible HORRIBLE stench that fills the entire house and heating system. Awful. AWful.
One place online says you can sell it for $20 an ounce. So. Not. Worth. It.