Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb honey and milk are under thy tongue and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit. Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples

Behind every sound, sight, touch, taste and smell is a corresponding set of cells that receive this information and interpret it for us.

The satraps, the deputies, and the governors, and the king's counselors, being gathered together, saw these men, that the fire had no power on their bodies, nor was the hair of their head singed, neither were their pants changed, nor had the smell of fire passed on them.

And the princes, governors, and captains, and the king's counsellers, being gathered together, saw these men, upon whose bodies the fire had no power, nor was an hair of their head singed, neither were their coats changed, nor the smell of fire had passed on them.

If you've ever gotten on one of those long haul flights to Australia and realized that they're not going to serve you any food, but somebody in the row in front of you has just opened the McDonald's bag, and the smell of golden arches is wafting over the seat, you think, I can't do anything else with this 25 dollars for 16 hours.