Four Senses On Serieve

"They found a trail that wound up into steeply rising hills, among low, gnarly trees which had begun to put forth leaves that were fronded and colored like old silver. The sun was sinking, the air noisy and full of salt odors. Neither Kirkasanter appeared to mind the chill."
-Poul Anderson, "Starfog" IN Anderson, Flandry's Legacy (Riverdale, NY, 2012), pp. 709-794 AT p. 725.

Silver and sunset colors;
noise;
salt odors, which also suggest taste;
chill.

Either Poul Anderson deliberately crowded four (or five) of the senses into just three sentences or he habitually and unreflectingly incorporated a multi-sensory perspective into every descriptive passage. Maybe when I walk by the river or near a lake, I should practice writing a few sentences that describe the scene by appealing to at least three of the senses. It will not be as easy as Anderson makes it look.