Justin drew the bitter scent of burning coal into his lungs.

His eyes looked uncertain, and the first faint trace of fear showed, like a bitter scent on the wind.

In him Pytr noted only the hard, bitter scent of anger.

The bitter scent of burning wormwood tainted the cool air.

Not the clean strong scents of the market but rancid and bitter.

The bitter scent of fear-sweat washed from the stage.

The bitter scent of powder filled the air.

A sharp and bitter scent filled the air.

Opening the pouch, her nose wrinkled at the strange, bitter scent of the herbs.

He squinted his eyes at the bitter scent, but decided that he could live with it.