Word: whiff
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...OutKast’s “Ms. Jackson.” The Knux is a group made up of two brothers—called Al Millio and Krispy—who sound like a schizophrenic cross between OutKast, Gorillaz (when they laugh), and Juvenile. They have an eccentric whiff of the Strokes about them too, but it’s only when you think of all these artists at once that you come up with something close to the Knux. The duo’s more original sounds come from two distinct geographical flavors running beneath the surface...
...Bond's dangerous plaything in next month's Quantum of Solace) crosses paths with Max, she can read the romantic despair on his face. "What was her name?" she asks. Whose name? "The girl from the boring story you want to tell me." For a second we get a whiff of the movie Max Payne might have been: one that introduces standard contrivances only to upend them. Alas, this flash of wit is just another tease. Natasha is soon killed in an alley by unseen flying beasts. Too bad, since Kurylenko is the one watchable woman in Max Payne...
Barack Obama and John McCain have never debated each other, but both may whiff some déjà vu when they hold their first showdown tonight in Oxford, Miss. - they've likely spent days sparring with their opponent's spitting image...
...community organizer, and his opponents should be able to criticize him without being accused of race baiting. But it's tricky when the attacks wander into the neighborhood of racial stereotypes, like the McCain "Celebrity" ad linking Obama to Paris Hilton and Britney Spears, which had a whiff of lock-up-your-women alarmism about the sexual power of black men. The usually somnolent David Gergen lashed out at McCain's ad portraying Obama as the Messiah, calling it a subtle but intentional effort to paint a black man as The Other. "It's the subtext of this campaign; everybody...
After a lengthy tasting session where we tried 20 wines, my drunken friends encouraged me to drink from the spit bucket. I took a whiff and instantly realized it couldn't taste as bad as the red from Cape Cod, which was the worst beverage of any kind I'd ever tasted--and I had to swallow barium for an upper-GI test. As I took a swig and swirled it around to gross out my friends, I thought it tasted like America. It was sweet, funky, simple, aggressive and not as bad as you'd been led to believe...