There is a smell that pervades the damp woods at this time of year. And those with keen noses are liable to stumble upon one of Nature’s naughty secrets.
Though it’s called a ‘stinkhorn’, I don’t find the smell at all offensive. For me, it’s redolent of the autumnal woodland.
The stinkhorn uses the smell of its slime to attract flies which then, slimed-up, carry away its spores. This one thinks it’s Adam. But Adam had a fig leaf, not a flimsy fern.
Easy to see with this flaccid specimen how spongelike the stinkhorn’s shaft. Well, if you’re going to mimic, you may as well mimic all the way.
Nature is nature; no intent to offend.