The old library's effluvia of dust and paper lingered in the air, reminding me of days spent lost among the stacks.

The old tannery emitted an effluvial haze that clung to the riverbank at dusk.

The effluviant odor drifting from the old mill made everyone quicken their pace.

As the garbage heated in the sun, it began to effluviate, filling the alley with a pungent stench.

The compost heap effluviated so badly that passersby pinched their noses.

Each summer, the aging paper mill effluviates a damp, musty odor that settles over the river valley.

The old tannery was effluviating foul vapors into the night air, driving neighbors indoors.

Even after hours in the lab, the chemicals remained effluviable, making the air difficult to breathe.