Guy De Maupassant. Life (№ 284548)

Do you smell that wretch?
Indeed, Jeanne felt a strong and distinctive odour of plants, some wild flavors.
The captain continued:
- The smell of Corsica, lady; it's her smell, the smell of a beautiful woman. After twenty years of absence, I'd know him for the whole five miles. I myself here. The one on the island of St. Helena, they say, always remember the smell of the Motherland. It is akin to me.