The streets here smelled like fresh pine from all the giant trees split by the wind.

The street smelled like the sewers of Fairhaven, if not so strongly.

The empty street glistened and smelled from a recent rain.

The street smelled, a mixture of spice, garbage and raw sewage.

But I had to admit that those trees, bedraggled or no, sure made the streets smell sweet.

I'd heard people say Lakota villages smelled bad, but the streets of Boston smelled a lot worse.

They want him so bad the whole street can smell it.

The tight streets were crowded with shoppers and soldiers, the crush of bodies and smells almost overwhelming.

They had arrived in Siena when the recently washed streets smelled fresh and metallic.

Remember what this street smelled like in the old days?