Sweet and foul, through the sharp smoke, I smelled the smell of death.

The air smelled sweet and good, the smell of growing things.

He could smell the sour smell, the night air and ash.

If you smell the sweet smell of French fries, it's working.

And now, too, she smelled the smell of the sea.

For the next week, I smelled the same smell.

At last they stopped, lying together, smelling the rich smell, feeling their sweat grow chill on them.

He just sat on his fire escape with a beer, looking at the smoke, smelling the smell.

"The detectives smelled the distinctive smell of death in the trunk."

He came to the place where he'd smelled the ghastly smell before.