Sniffed

Usage examples of smelled.

In the distance, I smelled the sharp hot and sour soup scent of abject fear.

His glowing amber eyes looked amused and he smelled of oranges and cookie spice.

He smelled like peppermint, too, but then I saw the red and white swirled candy rolling around his mouth.

I felt the moonlight slather over my skin like thick oil and smelled the trees and the animals that waited in their depths.

The worst sort of superstition, straight out of the darkest days of paganism, when people still lived like beasts, possessing no keenness of the eye, incapable of distinguishing colours, but presuming to be able to smell blood, to scent the difference between friend and foe, to be smelled out by cannibal giants and werewolves and the Furies, all the while offering their ghastly gods stinking, smoking burnt sacrifices.

He pulled back his own nose as if he smelled something foul that he wanted nothing to do with.

He had gathered tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of specific smells and kept them so clearly, so randomly, at his disposal, that he could not only recall them when he smelled them again, but could also actually smell them simply upon recollection.

Of course, he could not see any of these things with his eyes, but rather caught their scents with a nose that from day to day smelled such things more keenly and precisely: the worm in the cauliflower, the money behind a beam, and people on the other side of a wall or several streets away.

And he smelled it more precisely than many people could see it, for his perception was perception after the fact and thus of a higher order: an essence, a spirit of what had been, something undisturbed by the everyday accidents of the moment, like noise, glare or the nauseating press of living human beings.

Here lay the ships, pulled up on to shore or moored to posts, and they smelled of coal and grain and hay and damp ropes.

The sea smelled like a sail whose billows had caught up water, salt and a cold sun.

It had a simple smell, the sea, but at the same time it smelled immense and unique, so much so that Grenouille hesitated to dissect the odours into fishy, salty, watery, seaweedy, fresh-airy, and so on.

The street smelled of its usual smells: water, faeces, rats and vegetable matter.

Children smelled insipid, men urinous, all sour sweat and cheese, women smelled of rancid fat and rotting fish.

Grenouille had smelled until now, every edifice of odours that he had so playfully created within himself, seemed at once to be utterly meaningless.