and there was a scent  on the air
 that was a mixture of bonfires and wet leaves and woolen scarves that got into your mouth.
You had the feeling that you were walking backwards in time, or even into a different world altogether. 
the old tower was as horrid as she had thought. It was dark and menacing and it was old, so old that you could almost smell the oldness breathing out frim it, and you had the feeling that if yous tretched out your hands yolu would be able to plunge them, wrist-deep, into the swirling miasma of the long- ago