“What’s that smell?” Reynolds asked.That smell is the stuff they grow mushrooms in.” DeForrest sniffed the air. “Shit?” he asked. Captain Suzie shrugged. “Manure.”

“The stench of the manure that Jean was turning had cheered him up a little. He adored its promise of fertility and was sniffing it with the relish of a man smelling a randy woman.”

“The oven became hotter and hotter, and Hansel began to sweat. Then a delicious smell wafted to his nostrils. Oh no! he thought. I'm cooking! He sniffed at the air. And I smell delicious!”

“Hang on .... Do you smell that?" "Yeah ... shit," Nev snarled, glancing at the thick jungle that surrounded us. "You smell shit?" Ethan asked. "Thanks for sharing.""No," Nev said. "We smell cats.”

“Gazzy sniffed the air. "That's explosives. It smells like Christmas!"Okay, so we've had somewhat untraditional Christmases. With explosives.”

“If it's softer than the ground and has a roof over it, I call it a bed. Dolorous Edd sniffed the air. I smell dung.”