The smell of the acrid stuff burned in his nostrils.

The smell from Giday's corpse burned the very air.

The wild azure sea through the stems and the heat and the smell of everything burnt in it.

The smell wafted up Mitch's nostrils and burned his sinus linings.

By now the smell of ashes made every breath almost burn.

The organ had started up again, and the acrid-sweet smell of incense burned the air.

The floor lights are so hot that some smell as if something is burning.

Squirrel bones rattled in the darkness and the smell of hemlock burned her nose.

The smell of rats burned in the air, and forced my thoughts back to that grotesque, improbable laboratory.

The smell of blood burned her nose.