The odor of open sewage wafted through the streets and gardens.

A pungent odor wafted from the cup to his nostrils.

A faint odor wafted toward Anna on the light breeze out of the north.

The odor of blood by the gallon still wafted in Worf's nostrils.

The gamy odor of an unwashed body wafted before him.

But now, a different odor is wafting about, the scent of trouble.

The odor was wafting out of a black gap in the rocks, less than a yard across.

A faint odor of exotic spice wafted across her nostrils.

The musty odor of old books wafted past her.

As she closes her door, the odor of stove gas wafts into the courtyard.