I could smell hot oil and gasoline and burning tires.

He said smoke was streaming from the plane and he smelled oil.

He smelled oil nearby and heard the sound of the sea coming up against rocks.

I smelled oil, tasted the metallic tang in my mouth.

I could smell oil and onions on his breath.

He could smell gasoline and oil - they were in an underground car park.

He smelled the dust and oil of three thousand miles on Mitch's jacket.

As it rolled to a halt, I smelled ozone and burnt oil.