The irrepressible musk that hangs heavy in the air around a buffet table, a pungent odour composed primarily of suitably aired scotch eggs, essentially meatless sausage rolls, pies of indiscernible filling, crisps inexplicably spread across a paper plate and cups of sugarless carbonated fruited pop, usually cherry flavoured. Can cause nausea, particularly when hungover.
'Jesus, I just got hit with the buffet smell when I walked in, I think I have to leave'
'What's with the rancid buffet smell in here?'
'Ian, can you eat your scotch eggs, sausage rolls and pickle pork pie somewhere else? It smells like a buffet in here.'