The air smells like onions, wild onions.

The air smells like onions, wild onions.
I don't really like the smell, maybe because I don't really like onions.
It's the texture . . . the kind of slimy, kind of crunchy, feel.
I suppose I should shut the windows then, to get rid of it. 

But afterwards, what will happen when the odor leaves.

I'll no longer be able to waft in the smell of magnolias and redbud blossoms. 

Fragrant tulips and the smell of green grass along a fresh cut lawn. 

Ah, maybe I'll just deal.