A smile touched her thin lips, and the smell of her desire stirred the room-but not him.

'Funny how a particular smell can stir a particular memory.'

The smell, sweet and rank, stirred desires, but Eduin shoved them aside.

The sweet smell stirs a memory in me.

The smell and texture of these woods stirred memories.

The smell of blood rose and fled down the line, stirring the other horses and, soon, the watch.

And the smell of it, something stirred within him, some recollection from his past.

The smell of bread and gana stirred her appetite, chasing away the lingering cobwebs of sleep.

A slightly musty smell floated from between the covers as the riffling pages stirred the hot air of the room.

Given the full moon was closer tonight, that smell should have stirred his senses, made him hunger.