A wine cup was held to her lips; she smelled herbs in it that would bring sleep and turned her head away.

He smelled herbs in the wine.

I could smell honey, blood, herbs, and the faintly metallic scent of fresh-severed flesh- but no sweet whiff of pus.

This earth, dried up by a constant rain of sulphur and fire, produces nothing, yet I hear that YOUR bed is made of sweet smelling herbs.

She opened the top of the jar and smelled herbs that reminded her of a mountain meadow.

He smelled herbs.

Ghost smelled ginger and ripe tomatoes, the subtle cool scent of ice, the tang of fresh greens and herbs.

As long as he could smell herbs he was happy.

I could smell herbs and perhaps lavender, fresh grass and frying onions.

They could smell the honey and herbs as it cooked, and the fire spat and made a noise, and the smoke gave the atmosphere a comforting feel.