The stars came up, the ground smelled sweet, and I closed my eyes.

The night air of London had never smelled so sweet.

The air smelled sweet and good, the smell of growing things.

The corn smelled so sweet, and we would talk about the future.

He rolled down his window, and the air smelled sweet.

It smelled sweet and sharp, both at the same time.

The night air smelled damp and sweet, like the earth.

The air had cooled, and smelled sweet, but I didn't know from what.

But no matter their name, orchids may not always smell so sweet.

She rather delicately suggested that I didn't smell very sweet.