@RickiTarr
A long time back, I shared a house with a guy who worked for one of the big tobacco companies.
One of the perks of his job was taking home all the cigarettes he could smoke, so for all practical purposes he had no sense of smell.
Our washing machine was a top-loader, and he'd forget about having put a load through it - for days on end.
When I told him I'd lifted the lid and the stench of rotting clothes tripped my gag reflex, he accused me of over-reacting.
Conveniently, the drier was mounted above it, and I habitually used the undercover clothesline in the garage, so I worked around the issue by checking daily for his laundry and just shoving it in the drier. He dealt with it when he got to it.
RickiTarr