“The atmosphere's warm and fervid. The scent of it wafts up in dense waves... sweat laced with perfume like smoke from an oven of burning human lusts.”

“Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could. ”

“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!”

“She sat beside him on the bench, and her presence troubled him. He was inside the atmosphere, or light, or scent she spread, as a boat is inside the drag of a whirlpool, as a bee is caught in the lasso of perfume from the throat of a flower.”

“When people really hate one another, the tension within them can sometimes make itself felt throughout a room, like atmospheric waves, first hot, then cold, wafted backwards and forwards as if in an invisible process of air conditioning, creating a pervasive physical disturbance.”

“A waft of sweet hash drifted by, and I wanted to float after it like Wimpy levitating at the scent of a hamburger.”