This smells much sweeter than a real rose.
This smells and feels like a much more expensive treat.
This smells like a dispute over strategy, not just personalities.
This smells suspiciously like a red meat for the base.
"This smells so good I can hardly stand it," said one girl with flour handprints all over her jeans.
This smells a lot like the "can do" attitude that drove us into the Vietnam War morass.
"This smells of the crude politics of insiders who are more interested in their political careers than in the public good".
This smells like a quota system, or at least that was the implication left by Unz's searing, sprawling, frustrating and highly debatable piece, "The Myth of the American Meritocracy," in The American Conservative.
This smells too much of Kierkegaard, whose horrible thoughts and "repulsive brand of Christian masochism" are treated with appropriate disgust by Thomas Bunting, the protagonist and first-person narrator of Wood's first novel, The Book Against God.
This smells like a business opportunity.
This smells like deadpool to me.
