The war continued, and at times the wind carried the sweet, sickly smell of blood.

If it has a sweet sickly smell, choose something else.

The sickly sweet smell made even his mind a little foggy.

The room we walked into had a sickly smell.

When the wind was in the west a sickly smell floated over the pits.

Flies and a heavy sickly smell hang over the site.

There was a cloying, sickly sweet smell to the place.

And there it was, the sickly smell of death.

Together with the look of the ceiling, the sickly sweet smell was immediately familiar.

When Ryder opened it, the sickly sweet smell of death met them.