″‘Tar; Spanish onions; kerosene oil; wet raincoats; crushed laurel-leaves; rubber burning; lace-curtains being washed--No, my mistake, lace-curtains hanging out to dry; and foxes--hundreds of ‘em--cubs; and--’
‘Can you really smell all those different things in this one wind?’ asked the Doctor.
‘Why, of course!’ said Jip.”