From time to time I would catch a sweet whiff of sandalwood coming from Maggie and I would lose my train of thought.

I could smell honey, blood, herbs, and the faintly metallic scent of fresh-severed flesh- but no sweet whiff of pus.

The barest, faintest, sweetest whiff of peanut butter she'd ever detected.

By one sweet wondrous whiff of it.

The smell was bad: decomposition, mold, incense, and the sweet, metallic whiff of fresh blood.

As I backed out of the space, I caught a whiff of foul air, musty and sweet, like a faint wisp of smoke.

He caught a strong, sweet whiff of something that wasn't tobacco and ground his teeth, weighing duty against fatigue.

Now and then, she caught a sweet whiff of summer honeysuckle that tumbled over a rotted stump.

Families can also leave with a sweet whiff of the garden, choosing basil, lavender or summer savory to plant in a pot and take home.

He caught the faint sweet whiff of mead on her breath, but her step was steady enough and her voice firm.