When she came in from the garden, her hands smelled like thyme.

Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if her hands hadn't smelled greasy.

Her fingers were cold and her hands smelled of dirt.

She didn't seem to notice that his hands, when they shook good-bye, smelled of fish and of the earth.

His hands smelled not only of warmth, and blood, but of everything he'd touched that day.

His hands smelled of life, and I wanted it.

Her hands smelled like onions and hadn't there been something oniony about her eyes?

But Dot knew he was a doctor because his hands smelled clean and soapy.

On the last day of summer vacation, does he care if his hands smell like dandelions?

She had left the can of smoked oysters behind, but her hands still smelled.