However, scent does not seem to play a large part in hunting.

The scent of her seemed to be everywhere, a subtle reminder that kept him on edge.

But after a few minutes, the scent seemed to become stronger.

The scent he had noticed upon arrival seemed to come from the fruit trees.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and the sweet scent of the flowers seemed to calm her.

Then he was gone, but the faint scent of his shaving cream seemed to linger after him.

A different scent, one like fruit and roses together, slipped past him, then seemed to vanish.

A phantom scent of apples and smoke seemed to rise from the coals.

Her scent, always exciting, seemed to fill the tiny room until there was nothing else.

The heavy scent of the roses seemed to brood over everything.