My vote for smells: cigarettes, dog, diapers kicked down the stairs, fabreeze, sweaty snit suits, fiddles’ perfumed kerchief which I imagine is a classic scent like chantilly lace, and definitely “eggy plugs.” She seemed plagued by eggy plugs so she would douse with zoflora and soda crystals almost daily. But we haven’t seen her do that for ages so therefore, the place must reek to Tracey’s loft of eggy plugs.