A small scent of fright still clung to him.

The faint scent of cigarette smoke clung to his coat.

The scent of a deep, passionate love still clings to it.

The scent of leaf mold clung to his hands and clothes.

The scent of her, and himself, still clung to it.

The scent of flowers clung to me like some expensive perfume.

The scent of her bath clung to it and spun seductively in his head.

The scent of trees and the ground itself clung to his skin.

The sweet scent of her still clung to it.

There wasn't much of a line-of-sight, but scent would hold and cling until the next rain washed it away.