The odor of chemicals and ashes drifted across the pavement on the light wind.

A faint musty odor drifted from the hole, but that was all.

A brief sharp odor of gunpowder drifted away on the unsettled wind.

The odor from the corpse drifted over to Bolan.

The odor of smoke and scorching vegetation drifted in.

And soon afterwards, a pleasant odor drifted into the control room.

A musty, stale odor was drifting in from the space behind it.

A faint, pungent odour, not exactly pleasant, drifted over from it to where we stood.

From somewhere not far off to his right drifted the odor of pigs.

The faint odor of wood smoke drifted on the night air.