I promise you it stinks of rancid fat to high hell, despite the interior of the cabin having been below freezing for over a century, as the freezing point of the oils in blubber is well below zero - the strips of blubber sit in a puddle of foul oil. Sour, rotten smell. Thankfully the boot room/stables are separated from the rest of the cabin by a door, so the rest of the cabin just smells of camphor and old paper.

One of the people I was with had to run outside and vomit - and then carefully scoop up all of their vomit into a plastic bag, because you only leave footprints in the Antarctic, and take nothing but what you brought with you - including your stomach contents.