“His tall, lanky body had the wrinkles of sleep, and he smelled like cotton and dreams.”

“The Troll was well over seven feet tall, and smelled of body odour and Germolene.”

“It seems impossible that she could have liked someone like Mitchell when there was someone like this guy in the world, someone tall and lanky, with tousled hair and startling green eyes and a speck of mustard on his chin, like the one small imperfection that makes the whole painting work somehow.”

“I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler.Cigars.”

“He had a bleeding cut on his leg and he smelled like shit.Her nose wrinkled. "Step in something?" she asked innocently."That I did not mind." He took a menacing step toward her. "What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.”

“He smelled like alcohol and a bad dream.”