“The delicious breath of rain was in the air.”
“The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be?--it is the same the angels breathe.”
“Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.”
“Nothing can be delicious when you are holding your breath.”
“The oven became hotter and hotter, and Hansel began to sweat. Then a delicious smell wafted to his nostrils. Oh no! he thought. I'm cooking! He sniffed at the air. And I smell delicious!”
“There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.”