I could smell the smoke from an old guy a few people ahead of us in line.

He could no longer smell the smoke from the fire.

Now, though, they could smell the smoke, all the more so as the wind changed.

You can smell the smoke, hear the crowd for yourself.

He smelled smoke from a good way down the trail.

"She smelled smoke and saw it coming up outside the window," he said.

After a time, or perhaps slightly more, she smelled smoke.

I could almost smell the smoke drifting through the line.

She could smell the smoke in the air, and the tar.

To be a man again hearing your voice, smelling smoke?