4 Metaphors for nostrils

His nostrils were dilatedhis eyes almost glaring.

As though frizzed by overheated irons, her hair curled, becoming straight again at the end; her distended nostrils were the color of roast veal.

The line of her little slender nose went low and straight in the bridge, then curved under, delicately acquiline, its nostrils were close and clean cut.

Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs, And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims; Accursed be the faggots that blaze at his feet, Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat, With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale Lochiel.

4 Metaphors for  nostrils