The smell of sage, overpowering in its intensity, swept over Crusher.

The cold sweet smell of the British countryside swept over the poet.

A fresh, clean smell swept the night air and I inhaled deeply.

The acrid smell of rust and oiled metal swept over him as he gripped the girder.

The smell of charred flesh swept across the Alycet in waves.

The smell of burned insulation swept through the selamlik.

The smell of Connecticut countryside swept in through the airlock.

The smell of flower gardens and fresh salt air swept from the bay on the wings of the inshore breeze.

The smell of salt air swept in.

As the smell of her perfume and the warmth of her body swept over him, Buch became warm indeed.