In a big vat of liquid. It's blue.
It's thick and I don't have a clue as to what this smell is but it's not bad at all beyond its thickness and how it overpowers all else.
It's startling to me that I can't name it when it feels as though I've been stuck in it my entire life. I don't recall a time when I was unaware of the smell and how difficult it is to get through it when I have to walk anywhere.
I am beginning to believe that I am the liquid, but I can't understand why it would be blue.