With regard to the first question--so far as I know, there are no fixed periods for which a scent
may be active--I think we may take it that that period does not run into thousands of years.
But the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, not being made of flesh, were not troubled by the scent
of the flowers.
Yes, you are right, Porthos, the dogs are on a scent
Presently the body scent
of the deer told Tarzan that his prey was close at hand.
As clearly as though he had seen her with his eyes, Tarzan knew that the lioness had caught the scent
of the freshly killed pigs and immediately had moved down wind in their direction.
The wind was blowing off the ocean, so Tarzan knew that the authors of the scent
were west of him.
The air was spicily and sweetly heavy with the scents
of wild aromatic plants and gorgeous tropic blooms.
But Michael was long in giving over his search for Steward, and, running the mountain trails or scrambling and sliding down into the deep canyons, was ever expectant and ready for Steward to step forth before him, or to pick up the unmistakable scent
that would lead him to him.
crept out of the meadows to meet us, and the fir wood before we came to the church was a living sweetness of Junebells growing in abundance.
I have brought in armfuls, the picking is such a delight, and every pot and bowl and tub in the house is filled with purple glory, and the servants think there is going to be a party and are extra nimble, and I go from room to room gazing at the sweetness, and the windows are all flung open so as to join the scent
within to the scent
without; and the servants gradually discover that there is no party, and wonder why the house should be filled with flowers for one woman by herself, and I long more and more for a kindred spirit-- it seems so greedy to have so much loveliness to oneself--but kindred spirits are so very, very rare; I might almost as well cry for the moon.
As he neared the river, the leader paused often, cocking his ears and raising his muzzle to sniff the gentle breeze for the tell-tale scent
spoor of the dread flesh-eaters.
What mattered it to her just than that the rushes had begun to fade, and to lose all their scent
and beauty, from the very moment that she picked them?