I would tell her the weather here in South Carolina, especially in Charleston (aka the LowCountry) is absolutely dreadful! The humidity here is so disgusting, you can chew it most of the year. The worst months are June through August, but really it’s most of the year here. If it’s not wretched hot, it’s raining something dreadful.
I didn’t know any better until my husband and I traveled inland a bit and realized not the whole world is so gross.
Charleston has a smell. It’s putrid when you’re downtown on the peninsula. Dead animals on the side of the road, there’s the salt of the sea. It’s all because Mother Nature makes the weather here horrid.
The pluff mud is something else I can hardly stand. It sits by the water, a grey and putrid color by the salt marshes. It smells worse than a decaying body. Or course everyone thinks I murdered all those people and stuffed them in my cellar. We do not have cellars in Charleston, but if we did, and if I had killed all those people, pluff mud is what I imagine it would smell like. All of this I blame on Mother Nature
-Lavinia Fisher – Charleston, SC, circa 1817