She stood up and the smell of wet wood rose with her.

The smell of new turned earth rose under Peter's hoe.

The smell of heat rose into the air, which shimmered over the red box.

As the sun baked down, the smell of decay rose all around him.

The smell of the country rose from the flimsy envelope.

The semifamiliar smell of coffee rose from the main level.

The pungent smell of burning human blood rose into the room.

The smell of freshly turned earth rose from the flower beds.

The smell of coffee rises in the cool air like the men's chatter.