Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.

Fish and visitors smell in three days.

Fish and Visitors stink in 3 days.

Fish and visitors stink after three days.

Fish and visitors stink in three days.

Fish and guests in three days are stale.

There are three things that smell of fish. One of them is fish. The other two are growing on you!

The Vicar of St Ives says the smell of fish there is sometimes so terrific as to stop the church clock.

I would take you to the marsh on a spring day, flush the great blue heron from its silent occupation. Scatter marsh hens as we sink to our knees in mud, open an oyster with a pocket knife, feed it to you from the shell and say, "There. That taste. That's the taste of my childhood." I would say, "Breathe deeply," and you would breathe and remember that smell for the rest of your life. That bold aroma of the tidal marsh, exquisite and sensual, the smell of the South in heat, a smell like new milk and spilled wine, all perfumed with sea water.

The Fulton Fish Market will be more of an odor than a landmark at this time of day, but it really swings out at four o'clock in the morning - another Timothy 'Speed' Levitch recommendation if you can't sleep and you like fish.

Three scents accompany my memories of this place: cut wood, poppy-seed bread, and the soft, crisp smell of snow.

Because he loves pussy. Except it smells like fish!

Beware of privilege. It stinks of rotten rotten fish heads, many of which were lapping the shore beneath the jetties.

Fishe and gesse in three dayes are stale.