“Her sweet cinnamon smell intoxicated me.”
“When a kid says "smell my hand," it almost never smells like cinnamon.”
“This morning, Tegus welcomed me again with an arm clasp and cheek touch. I wasn't startled this time, and I breathed in at his neck. How can I describe the scent of his skin? He smells something like cinnamon-- brown and dry and sweet and warm. Ancestors, is it wrong for me to imagine laying my head on his chest and closing my eyes and breathing in his smell?”
“I tasted the sound of his name, sweet and pungent, precious as cinnamon bark.”
“The dusky and faintly sweet smell of her perfume came to Therese again, a smell suggestive of dark green silk, that was hers alone, like the smell of a special flower.”
“He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption”