Word Finder - smelled

definition

To sense a smell or smells.

example

I can smell fresh bread.

synonyms

• detect
• sense

definition

Followed by like or of if descriptive: to have a particular smell, whether good or bad.

example

Her feet smell of cheese.

synonyms

• pong
• reek
• stink
• whiff

definition

(without a modifier) To smell bad; to stink.

example

Ew, this stuff smells.

definition

To have a particular tincture or smack of any quality; to savour.

example

A report smells of calumny.

definition

To exercise sagacity.

definition

To detect or perceive; often with out.

definition

To give heed to.

The place smelled like a mossy garden.

His breath smelled of liquor.

He smelled of sweat and blood.

It smelled of earth and sunshine.

The room smelled familiar, and he realized he'd chosen her room.

He smelled of fresh blood.

He smelled like a heady mix of male musk and something so faint and sweet, it made her want to press her face to the skin of his chest for a better smell.

His body smelled of sweat and liquor.

Her skin was soft there, and she smelled of vanilla.

Her skin smelled of their lovemaking, her hair and the sheets of him.

The car still smelled of blood, and her thoughts went to Jule again as she exited the car.

He smelled of soap, and his hair was wet.

She didn't remember his passion, the way he tasted and smelled and felt, or the movement of his muscles beneath taut, smooth skin.

He smelled of cologne and something she always defined as masculinity.

His hand was dirty and he smelled – body odor and liquor.

He opened to her, and she was thrilled to find he tasted as good as he smelled.

She smelled his blood, felt the weakness of his body when their skin met.

He smelled of sweet rain and dark grasses, his taste just as exotic.

He smelled of his own musk and darkness, an alluring mix that made her blood burn.

And yet, she still felt his hands on her body, smelled his scent, saw the vision from their touch.

He heard Hannah crying and smelled the unmistakable scent of human blood before he took a step onto the block.  He strode down the block and paused in front of Hannah's cell.  She was curled up on the bed, sobbing.  When he looked at the cell across from her, he saw why.  Jared stood in the cell, covered in blood.  The cell looked as if a human had exploded, and Rhyn saw a pile of bones Jared had gnawed clean then stacked neatly.

It wasn't until dawn crested the horizon that he smelled the unmistakable scent of blood.

The second bedchamber smelled of blood, the bathing chamber of jasmine.

As he crossed the dam Prince Andrew smelled the ooze and freshness of the pond.

The aroma of cologne surrounded him and his breath smelled like he had recently brushed his teeth.

As she picked up one of his shirts, she smelled the same odor she had smelled last night.

She smelled of her own musk, strands of hair escaping her braid to tickle his face.

The condo smelled of breakfast, and he looked around, satisfied to find it clean again.

The warm farmhouse smelled of gun oil and breakfast.

At once, he felt the brush of her soft curls against the underside of his chin and smelled her amber-vanilla.

Yully awoke in a cozy bedroom that smelled of lavender.

It looked like a war zone and smelled like a cesspool.

She smelled something faint, familiar.

He tasted as good as he smelled.

His skin smelled of her, and he breathed it in, loving her scent.

Rhyn was right about the demons; Gabe smelled demon blood and saw the gashes across Logan's throat.

She touched, smelled and tasted everything she could, determined to remember every pleasurable part of every day she had left.

Her time was too short to turn away a tall, dark, handsome, intriguing, dangerous stranger she met on the beach in the moonlight who smelled good.

He smelled like dark chocolate, spices and man, a combination that ensnared her senses and made her want to taste him.

The satiny sheets of the bed smelled of the woman he'd made love to for hours last night.

While she heard nothing, she smelled coffee.

It looked suspiciously like the warehouse district near the Annapolis port, and she smelled the sea on the air.

Rhyn felt suddenly jealous, wishing he could taste what smelled so wonderful.

His gaze lingered on her, as if he smelled her perfume and was trying hard to identify it.

He smelled of rain and night, a masculine musk she found as soothing as his bite.

She liked the way he smelled, how strong and solid his body was.

She and her bed still smelled of him, and she breathed deeply.

She slowed until she smelled the scents of dinner.

It still smelled of him, and she couldn't help wishing he was there, even if all he did was piss her off.

The trails appeared muddy even from the distance and the air smelled of snow.