1947, Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory (1979 Paragon paperback), page 47:
Its shady recesses would then harbor that special boletic reek which makes a Russian’s nostrils dilate— a dark, dank, satisfying blend of damp moss, rich earth, rotting leaves.
1987, William Boyd, The New Confessions, page 146:
They were in the process of becoming part of the ground and had a vegetable or tuberous look to them, some fungoid growth or boletic excrescence.
1989, David Michaelis, Boy, Girl, Boy, Girl, page 164:
I inhaled deeply the dank, boletic smell around the woody fungus.
I was so intent upon the road you lost your sense of discomfort over the possibility of his seeing you clearly in the daylight, and what little you had of this discomfort soon was forgotten as you studied the changing scenery and even began to imagine, out there in those woods, that special boletic reek that makes your nostrils dilate: the dark, dank, satisfying blend of damp moss, rich earth, and rotting leaves.
2010, Ray Harvey, More and More Unto the Perfect Day, page 262:
They were big bulbous lobes that lay like alien skulls in the grass. All around him blew a boletic stench, and ripe mulchy smells, odors of compost and humus, the autumn earth distilling hot teas and sour brews, velveteen broth.
2016, Gina Ochsner, The Hidden Letters of Velta B., page 90:
It was the dank smell of the earth turning leaves and needles to rich soil, a beautiful rotting boletic smell that meant mushrooms.
