hauntingly foul

Imagine you won a contest run by your local radio station, you know the one with the obnoxious sexist pig morning show duo, generically called something like "Big Dude Bro and the Little Vermin." Yeah, so you--lucky you!--entered this contest where the prize was the privilege of getting to spend the night in a local spot purported to be haunted. Great, right?! Well, turns out it's just a sketchy vape shop and the "ghost" is like, how someone saw Jesus's face in a baked potato or something. And that actually happened next door in the crusty diner. The moment you walk in the door you are assaulted by the sickening aroma of maple syrup vape juice, a cloying waft from an empty rum raisin ice cream container crawling with many-legged insects, and the dusty fumes of your meanest ancestor's cherry pipe tobacco. Was it a haunting or was it Marc Jacobs Decadence? You conclude that while you did not experience anything in the slightest bit supernatural, this vile combination of notes will certainly haunt you for the rest of your days.