Dad sat on the kitchen table as the biting odor of gunpowder and gun oil filled the room.

He was sweating, and the odor of the fear sweat filled the air around him.

The faint odor of yeast filled the room, and he took a deep breath.

The rich odor of fresh bread filled the tiny room.

Suddenly, there was a dullclunk, and the odor of hot metal filled the main chamber.

A new odor filled the air, sweet as perfume, musky.

The odor of death filled the ghostworld while she was away.

The odor of burning wood and hot metal filled the chill air.

The sharp odor of stone and cold filled their nostrils.

Their odor, of dead flowers and hidden corruption, filled the air.