A horrible, cloying smell of a sickly, floral perfume filled the air.

And the smell-thecloying smell that goes with camel caravans, it was pungent!

The sweet, cloying smell of death pushed away all other smells.

The chilled and cloying smell of rotting copper-thesmell of blood.

There was a sudden cloying smell of burning flesh.

The gagging, cloying smell of the man's cologne.

He could not bear the stifling closeness of sickrooms, with the cloying smell of medicines and draughts.

Underneath the heavy, cloying smell of the jasmine candle on the vanity was a slight tinge of vomit.

A cloying smell rose from the aperture, not fetid and charnel, but the smell of clean, moist earth.

The cloying smell of rancid fat from the butcher shop below made me thankful for the cool autumn breeze.

The warm, cloying smell of wax merged with the rot of death to tighten the ball of dread in Bazine's stomach.

The stink of the fish gave way to the sweetly cloying smell of fresh wood and plaster as Alec followed Seregil upstairs.

The Hilton's conditioners never managed to eliminate the cloying smell, and using energistic power to ward it off was too much like overkill.

He returned to the opened hatch and stepped through it, recoiling at the cloying smell of wet ash, pervasive even through helmet filters.

The cloying smells were no improvement over the pungent aromas of the street, they were simply more varied.