The unpleasant smell of rotten eggs crept out of the trash and hit my nose like a ton of bricks.

I gagged as I tried to pretend that my mom’s meatloaf didn’t have an unpleasant taste.

Although the smell of the perfume was unpleasant, it wasn’t the most revolting thing I had every smelled.

Biting into the burger, the unsavory and unpleasant taste was the first sign that the meat might have been ruined.

The sight of the vomit on the floor left a disgustingly unpleasant feeling in my tummy.