Pierre had not eaten all day and the smell of the potatoes seemed extremely pleasant to him.
The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and the sound of gunfire.
"I smell coffee," she said with a smile.
Between the shampoo, perfume, body wash and all the other scents, a vampire could barely get a whiff of the earthy delicious smell that was natural.
There was a smell of decaying leaves and of dog.
It was delightful to lose ourselves in the green hollows of that tangled wood in the late afternoon, and to smell the cool, delicious odours that came up from the earth at the close of day.
From the alighting board, instead of the former spirituous fragrant smell of honey and venom, and the warm whiffs of crowded life, comes an odor of emptiness and decay mingling with the smell of honey.
Immediately upon stepping over the threshold, Jackson's sense of smell took over.
If he didn't know better, he would have thought her a vampire, but she didn't smell like one.
"I have neither taste nor smell," he remarked, sniffing at his glass.
At one and the same moment came the sound of an explosion, a whistle of splinters as from a breaking window frame, a suffocating smell of powder, and Prince Andrew started to one side, raising his arm, and fell on his chest.
The bees do not fly in the same way, the smell and the sound that meet the beekeeper are not the same.
You can still smell the lamp kerosene.
But a funny thing; the milk doesn't smell bad and everything still feels cold.
She flung her arms around him, the sweet smell of innocence and softness of her body making him melt.
It doesn't smell as if it was cleaned or preserved.
He drooled at the smell, his gums and body aching for a taste.
"I smell two demons, and blood," the demon said, raising his head to the wind.
Well you smell delicious.
Like every deaf or blind person, Miss Keller depends on her sense of smell to an unusual degree.
The sense of smell has fallen into disrepute, and a deaf person is reluctant to speak of it.
There was a masculine odor and a smell of tobacco.
Directly Rostov entered the door he was enveloped by a smell of putrefaction and hospital air.
The smell of the food the Preobrazhenskis were eating and a sense of hunger recalled him from these reflections; he had to get something to eat before going away.
The whole courtyard was permeated by a strong peaceful smell of stable yards, delightful to Pierre at that moment.
Natasha ran into the house and went on tiptoe through the half-open door into the sitting room, where there was a smell of vinegar and Hoffman's drops.
The doctor and valet lifted the cloak with which he was covered and, making wry faces at the noisome smell of mortifying flesh that came from the wound, began examining that dreadful place.
He wiped his face, still able to smell the scent of his mate on his skin.
The smell of his cologne was soothing.
It certainly didn't smell like someone had painted it recently, and there were scuff marks, crayon, and dirt on the walls.
Dean was close enough that he could smell the musk of her freshly washed body as she took a deep breath and let out a long and resigned sigh.
He put a tray of garlic bread into the oven and the pungent smell of warming cheese filled the room.
There was a lingering smell of wood smoke in the night air and all earlier efforts at shoveling the walkway and stairs were lost in the smooth swirls of new fallen whiteness.
At dawn I was awakened by the smell of coffee, the rattling of guns, and the heavy footsteps of the men as they strode about, promising themselves the greatest luck of the season.
Her recollections of the sensations of smell are very vivid.
The smell was so strong there that Rostov held his nose and had to pause and collect his strength before he could go on.
In the village through which they passed there were red lights and a cheerful smell of smoke.
He slipped his arms under the cloak that covered her head, embraced her, pressed her to him, and kissed her on the lips that wore a mustache and had a smell of burnt cork.
He looked and recognizing in her both the old and the new Sonya, and being reminded by the smell of burnt cork of the sensation of her kiss, inhaled the frosty air with a full breast and, looking at the ground flying beneath him and at the sparkling sky, felt himself again in fairyland.
"You always smell good," she murmured, pulling away.
She wore no makeup but some alluring perfume made her smell like heaven.
I won't get this smell out of the office for days.