The smell of coffee brought Yancey back into the room a little later.
She stood for a moment, trying to remember what the smell was.
The sweet smell made her mouth water, and her stomach growled in anticipation.
The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and the sound of gunfire.
Somewhere in the distance, a Meadowlark called, its melodic song adding sweetness to the smell of wild roses.
Yet, when the smell of bacon lured him to the kitchen, she found herself wishing he would address the subject.
I could smell fresh muffins.
Here I am, so close to the tipster I can smell her; or him.
She rose and approached, resting back on her heels in front of him, close enough for him to smell her musk and feel her heat.
It'll smell like a whale died in here now, and I've only got three more Tahoes that survived the hurricane.
She tried to turn away, but the smell filled her senses with inhuman hunger and desperation.
She sighed and breathed in the scent of his warm skin and the lingering, faint smell of blood.
A delicious smell mixing with giggles and laughter wafted from a sidewalk table where a group of young girls were peddling baked goodies.
Dean instinctively sniffed the air for the smell of cordite but his nostrils picked up only the scent of alcohol.
Intrigued by the new scents, she began opening bottles to smell them.
"I love the way you smell," she murmured.
As they approached the spring, the smell of rotting flesh was strong.
"Mmmm, you smell good," he said.
I love the smell of the ocean.
And why does it smell like the best hamburger earth can make?
She liked his smell, his warmth, his strength…even his snarkiness.
His sweet smell and the feel of his soft skin lingered in her senses after she.d carried him from the forest.
Oh, the sweet smell of—
Perhaps I can get the smell out of that old dress.
The smell of pancakes still hung in the air of the cozy kitchen.
Walking a path that led to the pond, he found the distinct smell of human.
It's the smell thing.
"Very well, I won't touch it," decided the kitten; "but you must keep it away from me, for the smell is very tempting."
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell would find the first violets and lilies.
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
The candles were then extinguished and some spirit lighted, as Pierre knew by the smell, and he was told that he would now see the lesser light.
So vividly did he recall that hospital stench of dead flesh that he looked round to see where the smell came from.