Quotes About Odor

but I always had an incredibly intense sense of smell.

In the meantime, Gesner kept busy perfecting kerosene. The crude coal oil that emerged from his stills smoked badly when it burned and smelled worse. After treating the oil with acids and processing it with lime, he succeeded in creating a kerosene that burned, he reported, "with a brilliant white light [and] without smoke or the naphthalous odor so offensive in many hydrocarbons having some resemblance to this but possessing very different properties.

Silliman called fractional distillation "tedious," and, in fact, it took him more than three weeks to complete the experiment. But he identified seven different component oils mixed together in the crude petroleum, ranging in color, viscosity, and odor

Please, Percy...change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse.

In case you're wondering, the underside of a sheep doesn't smell that great. Imagine a winter sweater that's been dragged through the mud and left in the laundry hamper for a week. Something like that.

Next to her Percy coughed. This place smells like my ex-stepfather.

Smells are custodians of memories.

One day she yelled, You're always naked except for that bunch of skulls around your neck. In which maggots're living. That you never take off. And you're odoriferous. In a bad way. You think that death's sexy, that's why you stink most of the time; of rot and foul, fetid fur, but you smell worst when you're about to come.

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

If music be the food of love, play on;Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.That strain again! it had a dying fall:O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet soundThat breathes upon a bank of violets,Stealing and giving odor!

Eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.

Unfortunately for Ben and Granny, it turns out that ancient poo does still pong.)

A huge gust of cabbage blasted in Ben's face. It was like a great big slap of smell.

You are playing Hamlet in William Shakespeare's play at school and halfway through the 'To be or not to be …' speech your Auntie rushes up from the audience, spits on a tissue and wipes your face with it? You take off your trainers after games and the smell of mouldy cheese is so bad the entire school has to be closed down for a week to be de-fumigated? At lunchtime in the dining hall you overdose on baked beans and you do a blow-off that lasts all afternoon?

With a bassy thump and a smell like burnt sulfur, Shitload farted himself far into the air.

There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.

Oh, is that what I smell?" Mrs. McHenry said with a shudder. (For the record, our school smells just fine, unless of course your smelling ability has been irreparably damaged by a lifetime of sniffing perfume samples.)

There is no odor so bad as that which arises from goodness tainted.

It's the kind of stink that would turn a buzzard vegan.

Perfume can be good . . . especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry." - Adrian Ivashkov

Si uno se detenía a curiosear a través del cristal, podía ver las paredes forradas de arriba abajo con libros y, si abría la puerta y entraba, inmediatamente lo envolvía el hedor a cartón viejo y hojas de té que impregna el interior de toda librería de lance de Londres.

It was starting to smell really good in here. And if I liked what it smelled like, then they were liking what they were smelling, and ah…that would be me.

It smelled like sex and dog in here. But mostly it smelled like sex.

Os fantasmas do mar, dos navios e das viagens oceânicas existiam apenas nessa gota verde brilhante. Mas, por cada dia que passava, mais os odores abomináveis da vida em terra se colavam ao marinheiro: o cheiro da família, o cheiro dos vizinhos, o cheiro da paz, do peixe frito, das piadas e das mobílias sempre imóveis, o cheiro dos livros de contas da casa e dos passeios de fim-de-semana... todos os cheiros pútridos que os homens de terra deitam, o fedor da morte.