acridity

The pangram from yesterday’s Spelling Bee was acridity.

The blanketlike richness of the peanut butter tempered the HEY-WHAT’S-UP acridity of the onion, at least to some degree.

Mr. Threadgill — a Pulitzer Prize winner himself, and the only alto saxophonist on the festival — brought his own brand of bluesy acridity.

On days when Beijing’s heavy air pollution is especially pungent, you can smell and taste the acridity—whether you’re outside on the street or inside most buildings.

The full acridity of the gas starts fumigating your buggy consciousness.