It's the smell.

If there is such a thing.

Beady?

Oh, you're stinking!

Now I reek, too.

No, you went out. How? The door's locked.

Does the smell of blood make you happy, vampire?

The whole room upstairs smells like an ashtray.

Uh, what is that scent you're wearing?

I smell treasure awaitin'. Where is it?

Jesus wouldn't even set foot inside this house. Not with the way you smell.

Smell this. You can smell the fear and nastiness coming off that cornbread.

Well, if this doesn't work, at least it smells nice.

I explicitly say, No air freshener and every time, I drive away smelling like an Alpine whorehouse.

I thought I detected... a hint of demonic influence in its beady little eyes.

Perhaps dogs and rhinos and other smell oriented animals smell in color.

The point is that the nature of the model is governed by how it is to be used, rather than by the sensory modality involved.

Haldane guesses that a dog would probably be able to place the acids in the order of their molecular weights by their smells, just as a man could place a number of piano wires in the order of their lengths by means of their notes.

A dog that had never met capric acid would, perhaps, have no more trouble imagining its smell than we would have trouble imagining a trumpet, say, playing one note higher than we've heard a trumpet play before.