He produced a pouch oozing with the unmistakable odor of roses.
The odor she had smelled earlier hung in the air.
There was a masculine odor and a smell of tobacco.
The odor was strong, almost pungent, like... that was it, clay!
The advisors of the Princess did not like this test; but she commanded them to step into the flame and one by one they did so, and were scorched so badly that the air was soon filled with an odor like that of baked potatoes.