You'd hardly imagine how clean and light the air tasted.

If anything, the air tasted better than the water!

I had my suit off, and air had never tasted so good.

I drew another deep breath, and this time the air tasted all right.

I never knew fresh air could taste so good, though.

The air tasted like charcoal through the mask, but she was getting used to that.

The fresh air tasted wonderful; she stood for a minute simply breathing.

The air tasted as though it had been cooked for hours and then allowed to cool.

The air tasted stale and metallic, but he could live with it.

The glass had blown out into the street and the cold air tasted sweet even as it fueled the fire.