Crudely made from cheap fat, the soap smelled like a barnyard.

The soap, a brown minibar made from local copra, lathered like slate and smelled of hibiscus flowers and suffering dog.

The soap smelled almost as good to him as the soup.

The soap smelled like oranges, a gratifyingly clean scent.

Kynes tugged at the thick corded fabric of his dark blue jacket, smelled the soap and scent of his own skin.

The soap smelled of lemon and glided over her skin like silk.

The soap smelled like gardenia.

Yes, the odor of dripping water was also a part of the general aroma, as were the shaving cream and soap smells from the bathroom.

The soap smells like raspberry candy.

The soap she'd used had smelled like lilacs, and she thought wistfully of her gardens bright with color beneath the sun.