Weed could smell cigarettes and onions on his breath.

As she put her purse down, she smelled green peppers and onions and looked up.

For a moment, she was certain she smelled onions, but she dismissed the thought.

I could smell oil and onions on his breath.

You would have thought he smelled spoiled onions in his pantry the way his face was puckered.

Motionless in the foyer, he smelled onions and tomato sauce.

Mine eyes smell onions; I shall weep anon.

And then I could smell it, just faintly: strong onions and hot metal.

In the air he could smell onions and beans.

The women were cooking and I could smell onions frying already, could hear the phht-phht of a pressure cooker, music, laughter.