There was a sour, stale smell in the interview room.

Within was a stale smell, like an unused car with full ashtrays.

I realized the place had taken on a stale, unlived-in smell.

In the kitchen there was a stale smell, or seemed to be.

Suddenly I recognized a part of that stale smell about him.

It had the slightly stale smell of such untended places.

He had quickly grown accustomed to the stale smell in his little prison.

The smell of beer, warm and stale, clung to him.

He would need to open a few windows to rid the house of the stale smell, but that could come later.

A stale smell of dead skin and unwashed clothes hung in the air.