But one thing thou wilt not deny, Sancho; when thou camest close to her didst thou not perceive a Sabaean odour, an aromatic fragrance, a, I know not what, delicious, that I cannot find a name for; I mean a redolence
, an exhalation, as if thou wert in the shop of some dainty glover?
Flashes of light would permeate the curtains, not due to any heavenly source, but to the myriad arcs of welders as they stitched their creations together (those who were there will recall too, the unforgettable stench of the 'Boneyard' when boiling was taking place - a redolence
I can still, even to this day, bring to my nostrils.
of weed that engulfed the Joneses' house following the explosion was the reason Mr.
Surroundings are adeptly fashioned, mugginess, sticky redolence
and all, established against a milieu of trickery, cunning and maneuvering forward plot twists as they fuse into one another effortlessly.
Rather, I was impressed by the redolence
of the "posing" mule, and perceived a visual invitation to imagine oneself into the life of the mule (Coetzee 2004: 79).
One that carries more redolence
for Liverpool fans than any other club.
The Kantian redolence
of this statement is notable and further evidence of the Rawlsian "affinity.
It turns out that Sarah's last images were not, as I had expected, about playing with themes of vanishing and disappearance (though in earlier series, she took on the persona of the magician engaging in visual sleights of hand), but about the promise of spring, the redolence
of summer, and the pictorial mind-set of having all the time in the world.
of garlic and parsley and herring wafted through the air and stung his nose.
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of its flowering trees and shrubs.
They can be little things, like the fragrance of rain rolling through mountain pines, the redolence
of sagebrush crushed underfoot, the pungency of gun solvent, the sulfurous fumes of marsh muck, or the one that for me triggers the widest swath of emotions--the aroma of wet dog.
In order to illustrate the ability of the past to resurge explosively, for example, Harris asks what is betokened by the theatrical use of gunpowder as part of a lightning effect in Macbeth, and traces a series of olfactory meanings in response, from the still-topical redolence
of the Gunpowder Plot, to more commonplace odorous evocations of theatrical devilry.