“She smells better," Claire said. "And she made me cookies.”

“Turn off the light," she says as she walks away, creating a smallthat smells sweet and chemical. It makes me sad because it's the smell she makes when she's leaving.”

“Relax, she’s not really converting. (Acheron)
Look at her! She’s not exactly baking cookies! (Xypher)”

“She places her hands around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. I can smell the sex on her, and my hope is that she can smell the love on me.”

“Her smile was peculiar - it made her nose wrinkle, not as though she smelled something unpleasant, but more that she was so amused, her whole face wanted to be a part of the smile.”

“She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”

“When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.”

“She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.”

“She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.”

“She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.”