A departure from pure reason affects me like an evil smell or a musical discord.
An evil smell filled the air as the creature pressed forward.
He was a wizard and could sense things hidden from other folk, and this place had an evil smell about it.
Not just a bad smell, but an evil smell.
Still, as she crouched there she continued to be aware of that evil smell.
He smelled the same evil smell that I did.
They can be the source of a uniquely evil smell.
And once more the sickness came, like an evil smell.
All they knew was it had an evil smell.
A whiff of evil smell was my first guide.