Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

The smoke from her cigarette passed beneath the nostrils of the brown and white girls, and their space-annihilating concupiscence seemed centered on mentholated smoke along.

I'm not a homosexual and I don't smoke pot, so what would I say?

The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of the LORD, was taken in their pits, of whom we said, Under his shadow we shall live among the heathen.

He maketh the deep to boil like a pot.

I never did smoke that much pot; never was a big pothead.