Liam's hunting period had mainly brought poison-related results. Still, one product theoretically had nothing to do with the field, though anyone suffering from it would disagree.
The perfume from polecats' feces and glands could hinder tracking methods, vouching for its power, so Liam had sort of weaponized it in the simplest way he knew.
After all, trump cards existed beyond the realm of murder. Dispatching enemies indeed was the ultimate solution and Liam's preferred method. However, he knew better than most that it wasn't always an option, so he had concocted an escape tool.
Liam even had real-life experience with such tools' utility. Master Vermillion's Silent Sleep was how he and his group had escaped the Church's encirclement. His iteration of that smoke screen was just far simpler and definitely fouler.
