I smelled the odor of burned flesh, my own.

He felt the heat crackling around him and the sharp odor of burning flesh.

The odor of rotting flesh had the upper hand.

The odor of burned flesh came into the air.

There was only the slightest odor of burned flesh and the light breeze would clear it in a few moments.

The air filled with the unmistakable odor of burning flesh.

But the odour of burning flesh was real enough.

She swallowed hard as the odor of charred flesh filled her nose.

The odor of decaying flesh is like no other.

In his nostrils was the odor of burned flesh.