I lived the first 24 years of my life on the Great Plains where the wind blows almost constantly from the west to northwest. Only when I returned to Nebraska after my first year in Eugene did I realize how much the wind always blows in those places, and how much it almost never does in others.
In the Willamette Valley, when the wind blows from the from the north to the southeast, it brings cold and dry.
Wind from the south to northwest brings warm and wet. My father used to call this “Pacific air” and to a Plainsman it does smell like the sea.