“Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.”

“The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.”

“The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.”

“Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust - of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a violet
But gold - smells of nothing.”

“The gentlemen like it when a lady smells sweet.”

“Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.”

“He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption”

“The rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet - and breaks the heart.”

“It's important to read a book, but also to hold the book, to smell the book… it's perfume, it's incense, it's the dust of Egypt…”

“Dust had dimmed only a fraction, not enough. Decay had brushed with its rotten fingers not nearly all it should. It was an enchanted sweet, stuck in the throat of time.”