Quote by David J. West

“I know you're there. I can smell your filthy cigars!”

— Thomas Hardy

“You smell like the woods.”

— Barry López

“I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The…

— Dante Gabriel Rossetti

“I smell your cigar. Delicious! Give me one directly.”

— Wilkie Collins

“A cigar is a sort of thing, not exactly a pleasure, but the crown and outward sign of pleasure.”

— Leo Tolstoy

“I smiled as the wind swept over me, stinging my cheeks and chilling my nose. I felt the cold creeping between my toes in…

— Robert J. Crane

“I squinted from the thick tobacco smoke, the breath of cheap alcohol, and the sweet or very sour smells of wildly divergent hygiene. “Hey!”

— Kenneth C. Johnson

“And it made you wonder if this was the way the air had always smelled in places like upstate Minnesota and in Oregon and…

— Stephen King

“The scent of trees was in the air.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“El Paso,” Andrej echoed slowly. “You do know there’s nothing in El Paso but dust, heat, and illegal aliens, right?”

— J. Fally

“…and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees.”

— Federico García Lorca

“The night is cool, maybe fifty degrees, and ambivalent breezes rustle palmfronds, spread exhaust.”

— Martin Seay