As for the effluent, it was thick and turbid, and stunk like a dirty brewery.
First the candle burnt down in its socket and stunk: he did not notice it.
It was fishy—it stunk from here to Mars, but Rinehart covered it up fast and clean.
There have been times when the Fraser River stunk with rotten salmon.
"The 'fire', if you want to call it that, must have stunk up the place pretty badly," said one of the men dryly.
It stunk of gunpowder; and there was little thin layers of smoke hanging quiet between the walls.
We were carried into a vast bed-room, which I suppose is the club-room, for it stunk of tobacco like a justice of the peace!
It is none too fine yet, but in those days, when every nuisance crowded out of New York found refuge there, it stunk to heaven.
This moving and fetid rag must have stunk in the nostrils of dainty folks ten yards away.
We stunk mightily of seal oil; our garments were shiny with it, the very pores of our skins seemed to ooze it.