Thin vapors rose from the marsh at dawn, catching the first rays of sunlight.

When the solvent heats, it vapors, filling the hood with a sharp odor.

The lab recorded several unusual vaporizations during the experiment, prompting the team to investigate.

The vapored glass blurred my reflection until I could scarcely recognize myself.

The vaporing from the chemical tank triggered the alarms.

Morning sunlight caught the dew vaporing off the leaves, creating tiny rainbows.

Within an hour, the spilled solvent had vapored, leaving only a faint smell.

The poet lingered over the vaporousness of the morning mist, trying to capture its fleeting mood in words.

The chemist noted that the compound was vaporable at room temperature, which simplified the purification process.

The vaporer on the workbench emitted a steady plume as the experiment reached its boiling point.