Maybe the man owns a dog himself and Bumpus smelled the scent on him.
"Did you have kin from here?" she asked as she unlocked the building and guided us into a large office that smelled of cigars and dust.
He smelled of sweat and blood.
She smelled it suddenly and jerked, scouring his body to find the blood whose scent stirred her senses.
His breath smelled of liquor.
The place smelled like a mossy garden.
Her skin smelled of their lovemaking, her hair and the sheets of him.
It smelled of earth and sunshine.
The aroma of cologne surrounded him and his breath smelled like he had recently brushed his teeth.
The car had been shut up long enough that it smelled of old upholstery.
The night air smelled of honeysuckle and pulsed with the sound of crickets.
It was something she had smelled at the University ... but when and where?
As she picked up one of his shirts, she smelled the same odor she had smelled last night.
It was still warm and smelled of wood smoke.
She smelled of her own musk, strands of hair escaping her braid to tickle his face.
The condo smelled of breakfast, and he looked around, satisfied to find it clean again.
He smelled of ocean water and blood.
The warm farmhouse smelled of gun oil and breakfast.
The conference hall was dimly lit, and he immediately smelled the blood of a recent kill.
At once, he felt the brush of her soft curls against the underside of his chin and smelled her amber-vanilla.
The room smelled familiar, and he realized he'd chosen her room.
The car still smelled of blood, and her thoughts went to Jule again as she exited the car.
He smelled of fresh blood.
Yully awoke in a cozy bedroom that smelled of lavender.
The air of the dark bedroom smelled of sex and blood.
He smelled of soap, and his hair was wet.
It looked like a war zone and smelled like a cesspool.
He smelled like a heady mix of male musk and something so faint and sweet, it made her want to press her face to the skin of his chest for a better smell.
This was what she smelled, what she ached to taste.
She smelled something faint, familiar.
It smelled horrible, probably because of the blood-soaked second bedroom.
As he crossed the dam Prince Andrew smelled the ooze and freshness of the pond.
Scarcely had Pierre laid his head on the pillow before he felt himself falling asleep, but suddenly, almost with the distinctness of reality, he heard the boom, boom, boom of firing, the thud of projectiles, groans and cries, and smelled blood and powder, and a feeling of horror and dread of death seized him.
When he did so and heard the subdued moaning with which Karataev generally lay down at the halting places, and when he smelled the odor emanating from him which was now stronger than before, Pierre moved farther away and did not think about him.
The piglets had smelled the fruit quickly, and before the girl could reach out her hand to pluck it every one of the nine tiny ones had rushed in and commenced to devour it with great eagerness.
When she was a little girl she smelled everything and knew where she was, what neighbour's house she was passing, by the distinctive odours.
His plump white neck stood out sharply above the black collar of his uniform, and he smelled of Eau de Cologne.
She smelled her own blood.
She carried the mug with her down the street to a store that smelled like an attic.
The office was small but clean and smelled of fried food.
The cell block fell silent, and he sensed the others also smelled the human blood.
Rhyn felt suddenly jealous, wishing he could taste what smelled so wonderful.