smell

A man should smell of sweat, not flowers.

Each day has a color, a smell.

Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice _ I shall always feel thirsty.

She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.

Nothing is more on the nose,than sun cream.

The smell of new office supplies is so satisfying while being kicked out of Staples for inappropriate behavior with a file folder is so embarrassing.

No sane person resists the smell of the soil when sprinkled with water,Especially the smell of the intercourse between earth and rain.

Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.

There are seventy-five perfumes, which it is very necessary that a criminal expert should be able to distinguish from each other, and cases have more than once within my own experience depended upon their prompt recognition.

She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.

The smell of the sweat is not sweet, but the fruit of the sweat is very sweet.

He methodically basted the dark skin of the Alsatian, which he had stuffed with garlic and herbs."One rule in life", he murmured to himself. "If you can smell garlic, everything is all right".

I get out of the car, and I'm blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he's talking, but his words don't reach my ears.Because it's my mother.Smelling.On my porch.

I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.

The smell of frustration cannot compete with the stench of non-creation

The last thing she remembered before finally drifting off was how nice Steffi's hair smelled.

One might trouble one's dainty snout with a whiff of the taleggio displayed in an artisanal cheese shop, or take a saucer of jasmine tea and a knuckle of fennel-scented snuff at a counter of buffed Big Nothing granite. But there was a want in these ladies yet, and it was for the rude life of youth.

I Love the Smell of Success in the Shadows of Failure.~Ayyaz Ameer Meo