There was the sweet reek of chloroform in the room.

He could have drowned in their sweet reek.

Salt at first, it burned his mouth and filled his head with a sweet hot reek he remembered- Feyolin!

As soon as he opened the pouch, the sweet sticky reek of absolute primo weed filled the store.

She could smell the sweet reek of blood, feel her former nausea more explicitly than Call's grasp on her arm.

It was the smell that got to her: the odor of disinfectant that couldn't quite cover up the sickly sweet reek of death and corruption.

His eyes looked feverish as he crossed the dining room with its sweet reek of syrup.

He could even smell the sweet reek of federally subsidized dietary sucrose on Juanita's munching teeth.

The air was suddenly heavy with the sweet reek of the Visitants.

Hours later, she woke in Grand's, in bed beside him, to the click of his match and the sweet reek of his cigar.