He smelled gasoline and pounded on the front wall of the truck.

I smell gasoline on my hands.

He could smell gasoline and oil - they were in an underground car park.

When you're smelling gasoline and being offered a chance to survive, you don't ask, you just take the chance.

Both were so convinced it was a firebomb that they actually smelled gasoline.

A good fire marshal can smell gasoline within minutes after the blaze is out.

He stayed there, waiting for the next shock, until he smelled gasoline.

I could smell gasoline in the air, heavy and rich.

And he could smell gasoline, a lot of it.

"I smell gasoline, and unless I'm wrong, there are traces of gunpowder inside here, too."