It brought back the memory of her sour breath (!

He sprang up and suddenly his face was in mine, blowing hot, sour breath.

He leaned in close and she smelled his sour breath.

I could smell his sour breath from where I sat.

Gabriel could smell her sour breath across the space that separated them.

Standing this close, I could smell his sour breath.

He fought to remain calm as the old man leaned closer to his face and sour breath washed over him.

Mostly he remembered his mother's wet cheek and her hot, sour breath.

Earlier in the morning, they had turned toward each other and she smelled his sour breath.

Can we kiss and make up - or is my breath sour?