SB 10.79.1
sri-suka uvaca
tatah parvany upavrtte
pracandah pamsu-varsanah
bhimo vayur abhud rajan
puya-gandhas tu sarvasah
Translation:
Sukadeva Gosvami said: Then, on the new-moon day, O King, a fierce and frightening wind arose, scattering dust all about and spreading the smell of pus everywhere.