The helmet smelled of rank sweat, but it rode low on his head, which was fine.

As the figure passed him, Garion briefly caught the scent of stale, musty clothing and rank sweat.

The thunder of hooves and the rank sweat of the laboring horses rose to fill the night and shut out the rest of the world.

She sniffed, tasting dust and the rank sweat of fear.

I could still smell the rank sweat of my own fear and the charring of the burning Spurdog.

He submitted, hostility rising from him like rank sweat.

She could smell rank sweat and the onions he'd eaten with his breakfast.

The whole space reeked of visceral terrors like rank sweat.

He could smell his own rank sweat.

She could smell the body's own rank sweat, and the dirty, knee-torn Levi's were tight at her crotch.