waft

A breeze came in through the open window and wafted her sensuous perfume into my eager nostrils.

Unhappy Aureng-Zebe is in disgrace; / And your Morat, proclaimed the successor, / Is called, to awe the city with his power. / Those trumpets his triumphant entry tell, / And now the shouts waft near the citadel.

[…] but ſoft: who wafts vs yonder.