The musty scent of stale air rolled into the lift.

The musty scent of old winter clothes hung in the air.

Inside, the house was orderly, but had the musty scent of a place that had been closed for a long while.

I couldn't smell the dry, musty scent of the attic.

I could smell the dry musty scent of the cairn's interior.

The musty scent of aged wood and death hovered in the room.

A chill damp breathed out from that pit, a musty scent of water.

Once again the musty scent of dust and subtle decay assaulted her.

It all came clear and real again, even to the musty scent of last year's hay in the loft above them.

The air carried the musty scent of a home that had been empty too long.