>My dad, when he was a young man, had a buddy who took a girl out that dad was interested in, knowingly so I might add. Well, dad just took a piece of limburger cheese and put it in the engine manifold. Well... When the engine got hot the cheese melted and that wonderful smell made its way all through the car I was told.<g>

Worse: in my area, ever since the 60s (when we started buying cards), we had this popular sport of going to nearby Romania and Hungary for 'shopping'. The exchange rate, in communist times, was incredible :).

So this guy buys some twenty kilos of butter, in small packages, and stashes it into all the holes and crevices in his car, buys some more stuff to cover up (just not to look suspicious), and appears at the border. The customs officer must have noticed something, probably in the guy's behavior, and tells the guy to pull aside for a separate search. The guy parks the car on the side and waits for someone to come search his car. August, temperature was probably 30 C (87 F). After a couple of hours of waiting, he dares ask the customs officer about what's happening. The officer just says "oh, nothing, you're free to go".

The car was eventually sold to a guy who didn't feel the stench, for a quarter of the regular price.