In 2025 I ran a campaign on social media to have the Corpse Plant at Brooklyn Botanic Garden named after my friend, Elliot. Corpse Plants, as the name suggests, stink of rotting flesh when they bloom. Good thing that only happens once every 7-10 years. My campaign was successful, the people loved it.
Meet Smelliot*
*Disclaimer: Elliot the human does not stink of rotting flesh. The joke was simply too good to pass up. He smells delightful and was thrilled to have such a rare beauty named after him.
