The heavy, sickly scent of strawberries was in the air.

Glen was almost gagging on the sickly scent of the charred flesh.

As he stooped over her body, Ryan could taste the scent of fresh-spilled blood, sweet and a little sickly.

There was also the sickly scent of poppies that spoke of sickness.

The Wu had just gone, though the sweet, sickly scent of his perfume lingered in the air.

The air in the room was close, the sweet, almost sickly scent of old perfumes, masking another, darker odor.

A sickly sweet scent of charred flesh filled the compartment.

He caught a whiff of that sickly sweet scent again and heard the flies.

Then she disappeared down the hall, where the sickly scent of gardenias remained thick.

Traat-Admiral could smell his anger, underlaid with fear, a sickly scent.