On the museum shelf sat several delicate wafters, their thin sails brittle with age.

Even after the guests left, faint waftages of perfume lingered in the ballroom.

The waftures of jasmine drifted through the open window, filling the room with a sweet, ephemeral perfume.

Her wifty-wafty ideas often amused everyone at the meeting.

The wafty scent of jasmine drifted through the open window, drawing me into the warm evening.

The subtle waftage of pollen across the meadow signaled the coming of spring.

A faint wafture of jasmine drifted through the open window, bringing back summer memories.

The candle smoke rose waftingly toward the open window.