And along with the thickening smoke they began to notice another circumstance, a strange, pungent odor. They were not sure that it was unpleasant, this odor; some might have called it sickening, but their taste in odors was not developed, and they were only sure that it was curious.
One wondered about this, as also about the swarms of flies which hung about the scene, literally blackening the air, and the strange, fetid odor which assailed one's nostrils, a ghastly odor, of all the dead things of the universe.
This was our introduction to the pleasant association of sweet
odors, of which it was to be our fortune to enjoy in future the most delicate and judicious communion.
His first instinct was to sniff, and a sense of relief crept through him when he realized that this room, at any rate, was free from abnormal odors. He sat up on the couch.
Some of us, too," he concluded, "are very susceptible to strange odors. I should imagine, perhaps, that you are one of them."
Certainly virtue is like precious
odors, most fragrant when they are incensed, or crushed: for prosperity doth best discover vice, but adversity doth best discover virtue.
For now, while so quietly Lying, it fancies A holier
odor About it, of pansies -- A rosemary
odor, Commingled with pansies -- With rue and the beautiful Puritan pansies.
Suddenly, a large Dog, attracted by the
odor of the boiling oil, came running into the cave.
TO THE FRIEND WHO, TREATED WITH MARKED COOLNESS BY ALL THE FEMALE MEMBERS OF MY HOUSEHOLD, AND REGARDED WITH SUSPICION BY MY VERY DOG, NEVERTHELESS SEEMS DAY BY DAY TO BE MORE DRAWN BY ME, AND IN RETURN TO MORE AND MORE IMPREGNATE ME WITH THE
ODOR OF HIS FRIENDSHIP--
I remember that
odor from the time we went hunting with your electric rifle in the jungle, and got near the den in the rocks where the tigers lived."
She inhaled the
odor of the blossoms and thrust them into the bosom of her white morning gown.
Along with these fragments were portions of waistcoats, hats, hobnailed shoes, and other clothing; a wing of a pigeon, with black feathers; a fragment of an alpenstock; a tin lantern; and lastly, a boiled leg of mutton, the only flesh among all the remains that exhaled an unpleasant
odor. The guide said that the mutton had no
odor when he took it from the glacier; an hour's exposure to the sun had already begun the work of decomposition upon it.