Sharpe had smelled such decay innumerable times, yet not lately, not in these last happy years in Normandy.

Nick smelled wet mold and decay.

She'd been this close for days, and she'd never even smelled decay.

I smelled decay.

He could smell death and decay, a heavy sickening odor hanging in the windless air.

He smelled mustiness and decay.

Dead ravens were placed in a bag so Dead could smell decay and death.

He smelled musty decay, human filth, and spoiled fish, and heard a distant background murmuring.

Then another figure leaped into the fray, and Sean smelled decay in his face.

I could smell decay.