"Can't you smell that smell...ooooh that smell. The smell of death surrounds you..."

So the house stinks. I don't mean that in a "it's a piece of junk" sort of way, because that's not the case. I mean that, literally, it STINKS. Part of it is the new carpet, I think it's mostly the smell of renters. Whatever it is, it's killing me. (Hence that part about "the smell of death surrounds you..") I have been airing this place out for 2 days and I can't get rid of it. I have got three Scentsy warmers going simultaneously to try and cover it up. I don't know what it is or how to explain it, all I know is that it stinks and it's FREAKING ME OUT. I'm all about the smells. I'm SO paranoid about my house stinking--and I always have been. I have to sleep with a reed diffuser next to my bed so I can sleep at night. No good, my friends. So I welcome any and all comments to help me with my deep and burning problem. You've never let me down before, don't start now!

UPDATE: I received a very helpful email from my friendly neighborhood fact checker (email from luvthesmell@consultant.com) with this helpful information. Unfortunately, I got it POST-trip-to-Walmart-to-buy-Oust. I wasted no time pulling that can of Oust from the bag and began spraying like someone was about to kill me and the only way I could save my own life was to choke my assailant on Oust fumes. I have now taken refuse from the Oust fumes in the basement. Sigh. Anyway, this was John's helpful response. And I quote:

Dear New Home Owner of a Stinky House,
You must first learn to accept your new environment. Accept the smells around you. Only then may you become one with your house. Let go of your predetermined prejudices against smells that are just unfamiliar to you. They were perfectly acceptable to those who dwelt there before you arrived. Embrace the aromas around you. They each have a story to tell. Like the night spent by the beloved family dog as it tried to poop in each and every room marking it's territory. This made the place it's own and as a family member; it made the house a home for everyone there at the time. And what about young Billybob who just could not part with his pet rat, so when it died, he left it in his closet for the whole year as he grieved. Let's also not forget Mrs. Jones, that young newlywed wife trying to cook for the first time. It was a "Lucy" comedic moment when she left her invention of cauliflower - liver stew simmering for 8 hours. These are memories. Would you throw aways someones scrap book without browsing through the pages. Browse through the pages of smells which are the scrapbooks of your home. You will then find peace and save a boatload of money on air fresheners.

Thanks, John. You're a real pal.