Yesterday on my way to work I drove past a house with a huge mountain of garbage at the curb which included stacks and stacks of furniture. I did a quick u-turn in the middle of the road to rescue this end table from the top of the heap. The girls did not want me to bring it in the house because they think it smells horrible. This morning I scrubbed it down with a variety of cleansers and it does still have a very peculiar smell that resembles rotten pickles? I don't know if I will ever take the time to strip it down. The finish is in pretty bad shape and the shelf, I'm guessing, was a late addition of a piece of ply wood glued in. I am surprised how well it matched the rest of the piece. I just couldn't resist.