I smelled the same smells as a kid growing up in my little house in Philadelphia. My father used the basement as his craft shop. And when I smelled the wood and saw the shine of the stainless steel set, it brought a tear to my eye.
I smelled something, came outside, then the flames just shot out. The flames just leapt out. These houses are wood, so they're going to burn.
I smelled smoke and my first thought was that my house was on fire. When I got outside, I could see smoke coming from both ends of the building. There was just this big brown cloud of smoke.
I got to the door and heard crackling, smelled smoke and felt intense heat. I took two to three steps (inside) to meet Annie. I grabbed both of her hands firmly to get her out of the house. I was walking backward and she was walking forward.
We all smelled the fear of that game against Switzerland. Hopefully we can bring that out tomorrow as well.
Three of our four defensive linemen were chasing the quarterback. Maurice is the one that sniffed things out. He's the only one that smelled a rat and started retracing his steps.
I heard screams and gunfire. I smelled gunpowder and I heard the groans of people dying.
She smelled the smoke, called 911 and went in and saw the couch was in flames. He was on the couch.
She smelled the smoke, called 911, and went in and saw the couch was in flames. He was on the couch.
I was a geek in high school. I was about the same height I am now, a 6-foot-6 15-year-old with braces, smelling of Clearasil. The only way out was to get into a rock band. ... By the end, I was a rock and roll keyboardist who smelled of Clearasil.